Canción para Pablo

Pablo, brother: the earth greets you, the time, the flag, the homeland, your sky, the road, the moon, the fate of man, hope, the struggle, the wine of the poor.

Oh, love, that’s what his song said;
along the sea, he used to sing it.
Pablo came from the south, from the wind,
a single guitar and his thoughts,
a captive heart for his hand
and singing to the wind, he saw his brothers.

Pablo walks for his homeland and the sea.

Oh, love, the plains guided him
and the thirst of a dove and honey.
Pablo in the thicket discovered
how pain stalks man
and the moon and the wheat were his path,
and the steed of struggle was his destiny.

Oh, love, Pablo doesn’t say goodbye,
light and bread, that’s what the song says.
Pablo has marked in his chest
the fire of friendship, the summer,
the earth, the time, the wall of man,
the flag, the homeland of the poor.