Because I spend too many paper sheets reminding about you.
Because you make me speak in the silence.
Because I never stop of wanting you, although nobody ever see us together.
And because time doesn't stop, and suddenly became years, without you going lingering through me...
I give you a song when I open a door, and you come out from the shadows.
I give you a song, in the dawn, when I want your light the most. I give you a song when you make the mistery of love to appear, but if you don't I don't care, I give you a song.
If I look outside for a while, I stop, city is collapsing and I'm singing.
People that hate me or love me will not forgive my distraction.
They believe I say everything and risk my life, because they don't know you; and don't feel you.
I give you a song if I make a speech about freedom of speak.
I give you a song with my two hands, the same hands that kill.
I give you a song if I say "Patria", and I'm still talking about you. I give you a song, a shot, a book, a word, a guerrilla, as I give the love.