Hace Veinte Años Que Tengo Veinte Años

I've been twenty years old for twenty years, Twenty years and I still have strength, and I don't have a dead soul, and I feel my blood boiling. And I still feel capable of singing if another sings. Today that I still have a voice and still can believe in gods... I want to sing to the stones, to the earth, to the water, to the wheat and to the path I'm treading. To the night, to the sky, to this sea so ours, and to the wind that in the morning comes to kiss my face. I want to raise my voice, for a storm, for a ray of sun, or for the nightingale that will sing at dusk. I've been twenty years old for twenty years, Twenty years and I still have strength, and I don't have a dead soul, and I feel my blood boiling. I've been twenty years old for twenty years, and my heart still races, for a moment of love, or when seeing a child cry... I want to sing to love. To the first one. To the last one. To the one who makes you suffer. To the one you live for a day. I want to cry with those who are alone and without love as they go through the world. I want to raise my voice, to sing to the men who were born standing, who live standing, and who die standing. I want and want and want to sing today that I still have a voice. Who knows if I'll be able to tomorrow. I've been twenty years old for twenty years, Twenty years and I still have strength, and I don't have a dead soul, and I feel my blood boiling.