A muso duro [English translation]

And what will I do now, I don't know what to say,

and I'm cold like when I was alone.

I have always written verses with the pen,

not specific work orders.

I have always hated the pigs and the ruffians

and those who would steal a salary,

the fakers, whose career is created

with certain performances made after hours.

I'll sing my songs in the streets

and I will face life resolutely,

a warrior without a country and without a sword

with one foot in the past

and a straight vision and open to the future.

I have spent four centuries of life

and I've done a thousand trips in the deserts

because I wanted to say what I think,

I wanted to forge ahead with open eyes.

Now I'm expected to write songs

according to an exact formula from the experts,

perhaps then, dress like a fool

in order to act like a moron in the concerts.

I'll sing my songs in the streets

and I will face life resolutely,

a warrior without a country and without a sword

with one foot in the past

and a straight vision and open to the future.

I don't know if I was ever a poet

and I don't care to know.

I'll fill the glasses with my wine,

I don't know how it is, but I invite you to drink it

and the cerebral masturbations,

I'll leave them to the one who's ripe just right.

I want to tell (sing) my songs to those who know

how to masturbate themselves for the gusto.

I'll sing my songs in the streets

and I will face life resolutely,

a warrior without a country and without a sword

with one foot in the past

and a straight and open to the future vision.

And I don't know if I'll have friends to join me in the chorus

or if I'll only have unknown faces.

I'll sing my songs to all of them

and at the end of the road

I'll be able to say that I have lived my days.