Pa' Que Dentre
José Larralde
For It to Enter
For it to enter without fear of offending
And believing in the pure truth without twists
I rush and trample without more reins
Than myself and I say it so you learn
Not everyone has the guts to be a man
Nor is being a man a gift that is rented
The one who sings the truths has guts
And gets in like a colt among the herd
When a man stands up and sings loudly
So the deaf can feel it if necessary
The stones turn to dust on the forehead
And the submissive one's blood ignites
If they get meat from the pig for chorizo
And make use of even the bone marrow
Poor Christian who walks alone
If lacking courage and experience
The one who is afraid suffers and conforms
Trembles alone without anyone gesturing
The brave one also trembles for being a man
Even if sometimes he has an excess
Naive, foolish, and believing
And looking where the poor shouldn't
They hit my face hard, and although it hurts
They didn't even give me a chance to be a man
As a kid, I was treated like a dog
And although I never paid attention to the harshness
The damn ones hit me so hard
That in my chest no more pains fit
The lamb dies for being good and trusting
Not a whimper accompanies him in his agony
If the ram weren't so cowardly
The flock would graze without reproach
If lying is laughing when one laughs
And lying is crying when one cries
The suffering of those who suffer is a lie
And the pleading of those who plead is a lie
I had doubts thinking it wasn't true
It was true and thinking I had doubts
With the ox's horns they make concerts
And they get angry when one goes naked
They laugh through the donkey's ears
And may the donkey forgive me for the offense
How many heated arguments would arise
If people thought like the donkey
And if I send this well-known warning
No, it's not to add more weight to the verse
It's for those who believe that to be a gaucho
It's enough to strum a chord
I'm not a singer of mint but I sing
I sing in verse, I sing in kiss, I sing from the soul
And if sometimes I say things that open wounds
Spit on me if I'm not making a homeland
