Me gusta la gente simple [English translation]

I like humble people

even though I'm complicated,

people from a poor house

and a millionaire heart.

Who still sweat,

who bust their hands,

who gamble on life for the bread of their brothers.

I like humble people

who call wine, wine

who call bread, bread

and an enemy an enemy.

That give their all and have no intermediaries,

That share with me a respect for miracles.

I like humble people,

who get up early

because they must clean the street,

paint the front of the market

take the fruit off the truck,

distribute telegrams,

serve coffee, soup, fish,

bag the potatoes,

cut a tree precisely to make a guitar

with which a singer will walk through the land

telling the humble people

that without them there is nothing,

not even the milonga1

that declares I'm in the world.

I like humble people

who make the chair and table,

my mother's shoes,

Theresa's dress.

Who laugh easily,

who cry easily,

who innocently trust

that one day things will change.

I like humble people

even though I'm complicated.

1. A lively dance related to the tango