I si canto trist [English translation]

I don't love fear,

I don't want it for tomorrow,

I don't want it for today,

not as a memory;

That I like the smile

of a child by the sea,

with his eyes like a branch

of bursting illusions.

And if I sadly sing,

it's because I can't

put down the fear

in my poor eyes.

I don't like death,

not even its frozen step,

I don't wan't it for today,

not even as memory,

because I like the beating

heart which fighting

gives life back to the death,

to which he has been condemned.

And if I sadly sing,

it's because I can't

forget the ignored deaths

of my colleagues.

I don't like my singing,

because I know that so many mouths

have been shut,

so many outcries telling the truth.

That I love the singing

of the people in the streets,

with the strength of words

based on reason.

And if I sadly sing,

it's to remember,

that for so many years

it has not been like that.