Permiso

I said permission when I entered and they have given me permission
Respect to the one who invited me and I appreciate his friendship
And now that it's my turn to sing since it's my turn
I want to make it clear so there are no hard feelings
My verses are my pains entangled in six strings

I never sing just to sing because my verse is sacred
I'm rough like a plow when I speak the truth
No one should think they can silence my throat
I'm a southerner who sings and even though I'm not the best
I have a flower in my hand, I don't need any tricks

Stop the stoppers, I'm a worn-out whip
Only the handle is left, without thongs or buckles
I don't get among the flowers because I'm a prickly weed
I don't get close to the big shots, I stay away from their favors
I'm tired of promises, I live naked because of him

I know they will say that someone already said this
And that I'm a bit sheepish and I blend in with the feeling
But I must warn you that there are many who feel
And stay silent out of prudence or fear of the whip
And they eat watered-down barbecues at gatherings

I'm a bird that sings, I'm a child of feeling
I swear that the stick I feel is missing my throat
I'm a tiger that doesn't flinch in the face of life or death
I'm a well-worn whip, I'm the tip of the spear
I'm a colt that doesn't join the tamed at the corral

They say I'm foul-mouthed because I look and don't keep quiet
I seek answers and don't find them, tell me if I'm wrong
I'm an abandoned dog just for being proud
Being decent is my punishment and I'm sick of shouting it
I've sinned for being manly but never for being cunning

And I don't ask for forgiveness because that's falsifying compliance
What I say are truths, endure if you're men
I have many buttons still fastened on the strap
They're not silver or gold-plated
They don't have crusts, they're rinsed with sweat

I've blocked many paths looking for the least trodden
But in the end I've realized that mine has a destiny
I'm too Argentine for them to come with stories
I carry my pampas inside and I'll carry them until I die
I'll be a pillar of a ridge of a homeland and content men