Canten

What good is it for the singer
To have four songs
If he doesn't know where to put his will
Others who believe that money
Comes first
And write things that mean nothing to me

However, those who are
Bright like the moon
There's no one who offers them an opportunity
How many poets
Fill their drawers
With interesting things that are true
And much more

But how! That's why we are as we are

I maintain that saying
That is quite common in Cuba
Those in front won't go far if those behind leave
And while I earn my bread with the sweat of my brow
One day surely they will listen to me, understand me, seek me out

I say it! Let me sing!

Sing with me, sing
Let's make a song that rises

Let no one come and tell me that those in front go far
Let those who come behind be given a chance and you'll see

And whoever wants to join the chorus
Let them do it instantly
Helping the song that rises
So they can sing

Come on, come on, let's all
In this giant circle
Humming a song
That everyone sings
Let them rise.