I si canto trist [English translation]

I don’t like fear,

neither the will for tomorrow,

I don’t want it today,

not even as a memory;

that I like the smile

of a child that is close to the sea

and his eyes like a branch

of illusions, explode.

And if I sing sad

is because I can’t

erase the fear

from my poor eyes.

I don’t like death,

neither his frosted step,

I don’t want it today,

not even as a memory;

that I like the beat

of this heart that, fighting,

gives life to death

to those that they have condemned it.

And if I sing sad

is because I can’t

forget death

of ignored companions.

I don’t like my song,

because I know that they are silent

so many mouths, some many cries,

which they used to say the truth;

that I like the song

of people of the street

with the strength of the words

ingrained in reason.

And if I sing sad

(I do it) so I can remember

that it’s not like this

for so many years.