Justo

Be quiet
Don't stir the wound
Always cry in silence
Don't hold grudges because this town is so small
Those were different times

Be quiet
Don't stir the wound
Always cry in silence
Don't hold grudges because this town is so small
Those were different times

Everyone called him Justo
Justo by name and action
The oldest of five siblings
Elegant, the most prudent in a little town in the Sierra del Segura
Tailor and lumberjack by profession
He talked to Ascensión, dark-skinned, from Amalio's family
One of the few who read
He studied at night during the three winter months
He sang through the streets, always cheerful with a song

At the end of '38 they were called to war
The youngest generation
The fifth of the baby bottle
They got on the truck as if it were a party
But he was the only one who didn't return
And now I can hear you sing
Your face is drawn in the harmony of this place
And now I can hear you sing
If you don't heal the wound, it hurts, it suppurates, it doesn't keep peace
After thirteen days without news, the joy of a second
A letter arrives back
Another from his comrade
It was a bullet, we didn't read it in the newspaper
I kept his pucara, the warrior and the lighter
The mother comes down shouting up the hill
Rascals, you've killed him!
Without a flower
Without a goodbye

The only grave, that of his heart
But now I can hear you sing
Your face is drawn in the harmony of this place
And now I can hear you sing
If you don't heal the wound, it hurts, it suppurates, it doesn't keep peace
It doesn't keep peace
It doesn't keep peace
It doesn't keep peace
It doesn't keep peace
It doesn't keep peace
It doesn't keep peace

Love me, girl, love me, girl, love me always
Love me so much, love me as much as I love you
In exchange for this I will give you
The sweet cane, the sweet cane and good coffee
The sweet cane, the sweet cane and good coffee