La Culpa

No one is to blame who invented money
Nor the poor Chinese who gave birth to gunpowder
Nor the lofty oratory of the Greeks
Nor the carpenter of the famous cross
Nor that stray bullet
Nor the worms in the rotten harvest
Orphan blame flies without owners
Where it lands, dreams will never grow
Dreams will never grow
Paper is not to blame for what it endures
Nor the instrument for the dissonant chord
Nor the seams to look elegant
The sturdy club hanging from the uniform
Nor the rubble from falling
Nor the clocks for aging
If tears flow
If it doesn't work out
It hurts so much
When the blame
Oh, the blame, the damn blame
No one has it
Oh, the blame, the damn blame
No one has it

What do you mean no one has it?
That being cautious is not the same as being a fortune teller
That reciting is not the same as improvising
That it's better to try and fail
Than to blaspheme but never try
Blame without a face like incentives
To get sick from thoughtless rejection
Throw some punches (I threw a chord), this party was made
An illusion like a lantern in the darkness
I want that blame for reaching for the impossible
That my grandparents gave me in childhood
Give me the blame for exploding when cowardice
Approaches with the disguise of tolerance
Blame courage, blame bravery
That other blame is what applauds the innocent
If tears flow
If it doesn't work out
What pisses me off
What insults me
That blame
The damn blame
No one has it

Guides of guaguancó
Too general for a few recruits
The gold tooth lacks the pulp
If respect is not earned, the fine doesn't sting
That big dog is killed by a flea
What the street shouts, the report hides
Those who stain the homeland, bury history