Canción de Amor

Today I could have gone out, to beg for a prayer,
To be split by the biggest sun, and the heart with adjectives,
Today that maybe was the moment, to soften them with the same,
Today I swallowed all my verses, garbled and empty.

Today I could have gone out, to relive the obligation,
To talk about those who have already left, about those who remain or about God,
About the woman who doesn't love me, or the one who never loved me,
About solitudes of silence, of the clouds, of the damn heart.

Today I want to talk about everything,
That out of fear I could never, or never wanted to portray,
Today I try to be the voice, of the anonymous enrolled,
Who only dream of dreaming.

Today I want to talk about my country,
The one they know and often, lament having,
About the rottenness of silence, in the head of power,
The one of union struggles, and the secretaries' buddies,
Of the unreal secretaries.

Today I want to talk about my country,
And its dreams of moving up to the first division,
The one I cried for JC, and revived with soccer,
The one contentedly dined on bitterness,
When who knows how to do it, asked to tighten the belt,
The one with eight million unemployed,
The one with twenty-five poor millionaires.

Today I want to talk about my country,
About its foundation and its children,
The ones who maybe in a few years,
We will be guilty of suicide.

Of this country bathed in tears,
By its own chains,
Of this nation without supermen,
Without Santa Claus or a clear direction.

Today I want to talk about my country, its ashes and its oblivion,
About the fictitious freedom, and its famous murderers,
About the massacre on the second of October, and the masses on Sundays.
Today I want to talk about this country.
Because it's the only one I have, to pass on to my children.

Today I want to talk about my country,
Like it or not because it's mine, because maybe this heart,
Today decided not to be the same,
Because I fervently desire, without waiting for miracles,
That we beg for its forgiveness, and build a destiny.

Today I want to talk about my country,
Because I'm macho and braggart, because deep down it pisses me off,
What happens to this nation,
Because even if I don't wear a charro suit, its pain also hurts me.

Today I want to talk about this country,
Because maybe I felt like repeating,
That like Mexico, there's no other.

Today I want to talk about my country,
Without the resounding roar of the cannon,
Simply because I love it,
And this is a love song.