Yo No Quiero Llamarme Como Me Llamo

I don't want to be called
what I'm called...
I want to be called
factory, countryside,
southern town, friend,
sweat, work,
dirt road,
daily wage and Sancho.
Marsh, salt worker,
ship lantern,
La Mancha wind,
mountain breeze,
rough and dark bread,
sorrow and hardship,
I don't want to be called
what I'm called.
I want to be called
good gardener,
dovecote and beehive,
well and stable,
coastal fisherman,
harvest and herd,
Levante palm tree,
mine and plow.
However they want,
call me however they want,
friends and strangers,
but not by my name,
but by my song,
for the things I feel,
for the things I love,
I don't want to be called
what I'm called.
I want to be called,
dog without owner,
unredeemed land,
Rioja wine,
blacksmith, peasant
of lime and stone,
I don't want to be called
what I'm called.
I don't want to be called
what I'm called...
I don't want to be called
what I'm called...