Por Ellos Canto

I am a lost one
Who doesn't seek to be found,
A wanderer without ground,
A house without walls.

Life's battles
Are so many, so many and so many:
For them I sing.

In the color of my childhood
My eyes see sorrowfully
A child looking at a divided father
And mother.

The calls of absence
Are so many, so many and so many:
For them I sing.

I grew up among blue pianos
And yellow guitars,
The tone of my songs
Turned red with envy.

The growths of the soul
Are so many, so many and so many:
For them I sing.

I sang as if I knew
With the air of my town
And on the edge of joy
Death stole our dream.

The horrors of power
Are so many, so many and so many:
Against them I sing.

Being a lost one
I fear they will finally find me,
That's why I change places
Constantly, constantly.

The exiles of oneself
Are so many, so many and so many:
From them I sing.

I want to say in the end,
My bark is apparent,
It's a way to take care
Of my tenderness for people.

The messages of silence...
For them I sing.

The end has no end
Nor did the beginning have a start,
I always live on the road,
That's how I fight, love, want, and think.

The loves I hold
Are so many, so many and so many.
The loves I hold:
For them I sing.