El Anarquista
Pedro Soriano
The Anarchist
Everyone already knows
That you're an anarchist,
Because that's obvious
And there's nothing to clarify.
What you could do
You did it all with flying colors,
That's why now you deserve
That others do it too.
You're like a song
That travels the whole world,
That knows no borders
That everyone can hear.
And you have the condition
Clean and pure like a child
The bravery of a male
Masculine like the sun.
You had to walk
On persecuted paths,
But with your head held high
You knew how to face everything.
No one saw you hesitate,
At death's door,
That dying is a better fate
Than having to bow down.
You are guitar and voice,
You are your poetry and song,
That inspire the mast
The notes of my song.
That's why I want to sing,
Sing to the four winds,
That it doesn't matter when
In my house you can enter.
In my house anyone can enter
Whoever is leftist,
But, if they're an anarchist,
That one can stay.
