Qué Sabrá Neruda

I don't feel like it
That any charming guy without charm flirts with you
I don't feel like it
That you control yourself if you're screaming inside

And open your window
Let your voice stand out in this atmosphere
Of forced smiles
And people with less than an ounce of brains

That no one can silence
Or hide your truth
Let the world know that
No one will silence you

But what does Neruda know when he said he likes me
When you're silent because you seem absent
I prefer the moment when you unleash your words
And I feel your strength among the people

I prefer you when you are
Yourself the one you prefer

And don't believe anything
From those songs that want it to be common
To treat a lady
Like a cigarette swept away by the current

I don't feel like it, that you are undervalued
By a few braggart fools
I don't feel like it, that sometimes you are yourself
The accomplice of the one who erases your smile. Ahh!

But what does Neruda know when he said he likes me
When you're silent because you seem absent
I prefer the moment when you unleash your words
And I feel your strength among the people

I prefer you so present, so real, so insurgent
I prefer you without disguises or armor
I prefer you like a hurricane, rather than looted
I prefer you face to face and uncensored
I prefer you when you are
Yourself the one you prefer

But what does Neruda know when he said he likes me
When you're silent because you seem absent
I prefer the moment when you unleash your words
And I feel your strength among the people

I prefer you so present, so real, so insurgent
I prefer you without disguises or armor
I prefer you like a hurricane, rather than looted
I prefer you face to face and uncensored
I prefer you when you are
Yourself the one you prefer