Es Tuya La Canción

I swear I didn't plan it
Suddenly it came out and I sang it to you
I didn't even know how something hurt and I made it up
A song heals everything.

Where does it come from, maybe it happened
Yesterday a minstrel passed by and left it for us
Maybe we picked it up and someone put it in our voice
To say that we made it.

Maybe you can't sell it
Or they don't want to play it on the radio
Maybe thousands won't sing it everywhere
But the song is yours, the song is yours.

And they will tell you it's jazz or rock and roll
Or it sounds like Cosby, Still Nash and Young
To Serrat or Silvio, to Kena and charango
New age or Gerardo Peña and Delgadillo