Cantaré [English translation]

To everything impossible

to the blue sky of Andalusia

to the boy that smiles

to the calm sea, to the sun that shines

it's what I always wanted

I would be short of air without singing.

To that love that keeps

planting dreams in my pillow

to my good roots

to what's been lost, to hope

if something stops me from doing it

I don't know what I would do without being able to sing.

I don't know what I would do...

I will sing

even though grey days may come

I will sing

maybe this way they'll be happy

I will sing

it's my way of feeling alive

with all my soul.

I will sing

I was born singing and this way I have to go

I will sing

just like a bird, it makes me free.

I will sing

because I don't know how to tell you otherwise

what I feel, what sets my heart alight.

I will sing

To the verse that you write me

to the gaze of a mother

to the sobbing of that virgin

to my friends and to my blood

it's what I always wanted

I would be short of air without singing.

I would be short of...

I will sing

even though grey days may come

I will sing

maybe this way they'll be happy

I will sing

it's my way of feeling alive

with all my soul.

I will sing

I was born singing and this way I have to go

I will sing

just like a bird, it makes me free.

I will sing

because I don't know how to tell you otherwise

what I feel, what sets my heart alight.

I will sing

I will sing, I will sing, I will sing, I will sing

I will sing

even though grey days may come

I will sing

maybe this way they'll be happy

I will sing

it's my way of feeling alive

with all my soul.

I will sing

I was born singing and this way I have to go

I will sing

just like a bird, it makes me free.

I will sing

because I don't know how to tell you otherwise

what I feel, what sets my heart alight.

I will sing