Día de Reyes
Pablo Milanés
Three Kings' Day
Waking up early
And looking under the bed
You find your sister crying
And your old, worn-out shoes.
Even at that age,
Don’t let yourself dream
Because you’ll wake up
To your sad reality.
I want you to sing and play
For what’s about to happen,
It’s something you have to seek
Without waiting for it to come.
No magic and no legends
Just struggle and love
The revolution will come
Without saints full of stars.
Save your laughter for tomorrow
And dry your tears today,
Meanwhile
Freedom is on its way, yeah.
