Para Cantar he Nacido [English translation]

I was born to sing

I am a song carried by the wind

Sometimes I sing in the tree

That loses its leaves from sadness

Sometimes I drink from the fire

Words of spring

My blood sings inside of me

Like the rain does outside

The night sings and turns

Its birds into stars

But when the people sing

They set my veins to music.

I never look at the rose

For its colour of a chimera

I look at it for it has

The blood of dreamers

Because in its branches

The hands of the one who sows it

Are blossoming.

If the song does not rise

Like the fire

If it does not free the sadness

Of those on earth

The voice of the chacarera

Is no use.

Like the river sings

When the night blinds it

And without looking at its path

It continues its stone way

I sing for those who are

Walking on earth.

My song is blue and it is stars

And a lit guitar

In its people's heart

Life suffers and moves

With the profile of the drums

The withered hopes

That's why I sing for the things

Life gives me

For the changuitos made of clay

Deepening lost moons

For the stem with its thorns

And for man with his wounds.