Poor of the singer of our days
who doesn't risk his strings
for not risking his life.
Poor of the singer who never knows
that we were the seed and today we are this life.
Poor of the singer who one day the history
wipes him without the glory of touching thorns
Poor of the singer who was marked
for suffering a little and today is defeated.
Poor of the singer who to his reports
they wipe even his name with murderous copies.
Poor of the singer who doesn't rise
and keeps walking forward with more song and life.
Poor of the singer who can't find the way
of having well safe his behaviour with everyone.
Poor of the singer who doesn't impose himself
with his glory song, with muds.
Poor of the singer of our days
who doesn't risk his strings
for not risking his life.
Poor of the singer who never knows
that we were the seed and today we are this life.