Canción de la Columna Juvenil del Centenario
Pablo Milanés
Song of the Youth Column of the Centennial
While the city
Is still lit up at four,
And there's a place to distract you around,
A humble spot,
A little place.
Don't say no
You're denying paradise.
I know where for years the light's just a lamp
And the dream is fun,
Pure fun.
I know right now
While any song is sung,
While we head out to beat the heat,
There's a fight going on out there.
What will pay
For the blood that the earth absorbs?
What gold that isn't dream gold weighs like this?
What could be worth more?
What pays for that sweat, the time that slips away?
What time are they paying, their life?
What life is bleeding from the wound
Of turning this land around once and for all?
When at eleven the sun heads to the center of horror,
When slogans and goals demand their wall,
When from dark to dark they talk with action,
The word is yours, I stay silent out of modesty.
