La canción del cantor

(Song)

The singer sings his sorrows and joys,
but he has never been able to sing mine.
I don't sing them either, because my sorrows
being only mine, are like someone else's.
And when I'm happy, I don't sing either,
lest tears come from laughter.

With each new song, the one who sings
feels life rising in his throat.
Singers who sing borrowed things
are like sparrows, they go in flocks.
It's better to sing a little, like the ovenbird,
and build the nest in front of the pampero.

There's no song that sings to me, says the troubadour,
for the ox in front, the path is enough.
Because the song comes out of me, as if learned,
since birth fighting against oblivion.
Lararairairaraira...