De Reves Por Sobre El Codo (Milonga)

Gentlemen, I'm a southerner
That's why I sing milongas
Without anyone ordering it
Because I have no owner

My fortune lies in my dream
My song is a guitar
I have a claw in my chest
That's a lion pouncing
And my life is a lance
With a singing for moharra

I sing to the four winds
Because I have no borders
The pen drives me crazy
Because it castrates the feeling

I go singing what I feel
And whoever wants to listen to me
There's no Calcutta that I don't fight
Because that's what I'm trained for
And whoever has a stomach ache
Toughen up and let it out

Don't think they're cheap shots
Don't feel provoked
But where I've stepped
The footprint is my mark

The song unravels for me
How I reach the wild mare
Always faithful in its own way
It flies free and wild
No hand has been invented
To put a gate on it

Where there's a barbecue
Where there's a rodeo
Where the country folks are
Reaffirming the past
There will be my lasso

Always steady on the slope
Because I have the right
Of every countryman who sings
To pour out through the throat
What's boiling in the chest