El Plebeyo

The night already covers with its black crepe
Of the city, the streets that cross the people
With slow action
The artificial light with weak projection

Favors the darkness, which hides in its shadow
Revenge and betrayal
After working, he returns to his humble home
Luis Enrique, the commoner, the son of the people

The man who knew how to love
And who is suffering from that infamous law
Of loving an aristocrat, being a commoner
Trembling with emotion, he says in his song
Love, being human, has something divine

Loving is not a crime because even God loved
And if affection is pure and desire is sincere
Why do they want to steal the faith of the heart?
My blood, although common, also stains red

The soul where my incomparable love nests
She of noble birth and I a humble commoner
The blood is not different, nor is the heart another
Lord, why are beings not of equal value?

Thus in mortal duel, lineage and passion
In silent struggle, they often condemn us
To great pain
Seeing that a love, because it is common
Commits a crime if it seeks the gloved hand
Of a noble woman

The heart that sees its ideal destroyed
Reacts and reflects in open rebellion
Changing its humble face
The commoner of yesterday is the rebel of today
Who proclaims equality in love everywhere
Trembling with emotion, he says in his song
Love, being human, has something divine

Loving is not a crime because even God loved
And if affection is pure and desire sincere
Why do they want to steal the faith of the heart?
My blood, although common, also stains red

The soul where my incomparable love nests
She of noble birth and I a humble commoner
The blood is not different, nor is the heart another
Lord, why are beings not of equal value?
Lord, why are beings not of equal value?