El Guerrero
Pablo Milanés
The Warrior
Light on the skin, peace in the gaze,
love's smile.
Unmatched belly, infernal mane,
violence and tenderness.
It has to be,
it's coming and making a statement,
singing some immortal song,
painting a woman.
You start to talk,
I start to travel following your steps,
you can't stop, wanting to fix
the world upside down.
Faithful warrior, warrior without spear, bread and honey,
warrior without war to win,
warrior of all to lose.
It wasn't a puritan who loved you,
nor was it an opportunist madman hunter,
they are the ones who deny these few
the people who dedicate everything to the day
and wait for the night to go dream.
Light on the skin, peace in the gaze,
love's smile.
Unmatched belly, infernal mane,
violence and tenderness.
It has to be,
it's coming and making a statement,
singing some immortal song,
painting a woman.
I swear I miss those lovely excesses,
you were something more, few saw that
and I, as a whole, want to name you.
Mortal warrior,
warrior, old brother,
I go out to look for you, I look at myself in a mirror
and find a way to reach you.
