Por Ellos Canto
Daniel Viglietti
For Them I Sing
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.
