Coplas del canto

(Habanera)

Singing for the sake of it is worthwhile
One can sing milongas or sing plenas
Because the verse says that the song begins
When everyone's singing is straightened out

Let the singing come to its source
Long live to the shadow
Of the one who has it in front
But doesn't name it

There's no singer who doesn't sing to be heard
But the verse waits for him to spit it out
Because the verse is a stream from that source
Where the singing and the people form a torrent
And the favored singer, better get excited
To sing some verse that hurts him

After living so long
In front of the cemetery
I'm not afraid of death
Or its mystery

Your eyes make me live
And your ways
Put on my red carnation
So it won't die

Let the singer sing his verse in such a way
That by singing it, his whole life revives
There are singers who show off big voices
But don't sing verses of few notes
And there are some who sing better than others
But all the songs belong to us

Like opinions
With reasons
Women join
With men

Every time I remember La Florida
The uphill becomes downhill for me

Let it be certain that, the verse says
What in the open singing roots
Because a verse born in that stream
Lives with other verses among the people
When the people sing them, it's just the beginning
Of the life of the verses and their certainty

Singing a song of nobody
Is better than nothing
For the singer there's no verse
More beloved

When the song is wrong contained
Sadness
It goes to the head
Bad drink

A poorly strung lament is worth more
Than singing well thought out verses
No one knows in what time they were born
The best verses of my people
An open path in the field by many footprints
The words of everyone live in them

There are songs like flowers
Out of tune
They sound much better
Than well sung

Let the singing come to its source
Long live to the shadow
Of the one who has it in front
But doesn't name it