Recital Al Amor - Recital a La Paz

I love the birds, the flower, the river, the sky,
I love the one who loves and those who love each other,
I love my child and I love yours,
and the total mother of the universe.

I love the humble people of the ports,
those who support counters without forgetting,
I love the stevedore, I love the whistle
of the one who whistles just to whistle on the roads...

I love the moons of the old ballads.
I love the virile poet of the new time.
I love dogs, I love horses.
I love the common wine of the workers!
I love the shoe shiners, the coachmen.
I love the prostitutes when they cry.

They are my unloved sisters,
and I love them because they are very lonely...

I love everything beautiful, I love the streets,
and the taverns smelling of the town,
in the late night when I return home
its yellowish light is a handkerchief!

I love because love is my sustenance
and if I take a rifle it's because I love.

I love that cigarette you gave me.
I love the happy and the sad...
I love peace and those who fight for it.
I love the aprons and the revelries.
I love the soldier who unknowingly kills me
How do they want my guitar to be silent?

(Recital to peace)

The eardrums explode through the broken throat of happiness,
a scream bursts for the mountain and the river, on the path to peace,
with all my joy, I raise on this day, my song for peace,
peace in the whole world as a deep myth that brings friendship.

The manufacturers of death must leave
never to return, never again.
The peasants, the workers, and students
join hands to fight for peace.

That little white house, the child's apron, demand unity,
what good is money, what good are possessions, if we don't have peace?

Peace is a right, we have to demand it, rise up will!
Workers, peasants, soldiers, students, united for peace.
The manufacturers of death must leave
never to return, never again

The peasants, the workers, and students
join hands to fight for peace
thousands of children with bells in their hands
bring the cry of the universal mother

We must fight, we must fight.
We must fight, we must fight.

So that death never returns again.
So that death never returns again.