El Plebeyo
Eva Ayllón
The Commoner
The night covers, now, with its black crepe,
Of the city, the streets, that people cross
With deliberate action.
The artificial light, with weak projection,
Shelters the twilight that hides in its shadows
Vengeance and betrayal.
After working, he returns to his humble home,
Luis Enrique, the commoner, the son of the people,
The man who knew how to love.
And suffering goes, that infamous law,
To love an aristocrat,
Being a commoner himself.
Trembling with emotion,
He says this, in his song.
Love, being human
Has something divine,
To love is not a crime
Because even God loved.
And if the affection is pure
And the desire is sincere,
Why do they want to steal from me
The faith of the heart.
My blood, though commoner
Also dyes red,
The soul in which nests
My incomparable love.
She is of noble birth
And I humble commoner,
Blood is not different
Nor is the heart.
Lord, why are beings
Not of equal value.
