El Plebeyo
Eva Ayllón
The Commoner
The night covers, now, with its dark shroud
Of the city, the streets, where people pass by
With a measured pace
The light, artificial, with a weak glow
Fosters the gloom that hides in its shadows
Revenge and betrayal
After working hard, he returns to his humble home
Luis Enrique, the commoner, the son of the people
The man who knew how to love
And suffering from this, that shameful law
Of loving an aristocrat
While being a commoner himself
Trembling with emotion
He says this, in his song
Love, being human
Has something divine about it
Loving 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
The faith of my heart?
My blood, though common
Also stains red
The soul where
My incomparable love resides
She is of noble birth
And I, a humble commoner
Blood is not different
Nor is the heart another
Sir, why are beings
Not of equal worth?
