Las Cosas Por Su Nombre
José Angel Trelles
Calling Things By Their Name
That which my people say
With few words and so much respect
Walking paths, sometimes uncertain
And always forward, being born and dying
That which floods the streets
With every glance, with every silence
Of the man who fights and builds his dreams
Sometimes winning and sometimes losing
That which some give away
Or sell in installments at a very low price
Later feeling empty inside
Searching for reasons, denying and lying
That which some write
And then hide, trembling with fear
Feeling the tremendous force of the wind
That grows upon hearing their voice
That which lingers in the air
In all times and in all towns
Sowing the earth, striking the steel
Seeking horizons, thinking and feeling
That which one day my father
Tried to explain to me with so many examples
Living his life in every moment
Looking at destiny with sincere eyes
That which some give away
Or sell in installments at a very low price
Later feeling empty inside
Searching for reasons, denying and lying
That which some write
And then hide, trembling with fear
Feeling the tremendous force of the wind
That grows upon hearing their voice
That is called freedom!
That is called tenderness
It's called courage, it's called madness
It's called my friend, my homeland, my dream
It's called my hands, it's called I love you
That is called freedom!
That is called tenderness
It's called courage, it's called madness
It's called my friend, my homeland, my dream
It's called my hands, it's called I love you
That is called freedom!
