Porque Grito y Milonga Del Guitarrero (Poema y Milonga)

My song turns into a scream
Because the song's too small
Stuck in my throat
I carry the scream of one
Who couldn't shout out
That what he earns just ain't enough

I’m not afraid to shout
Because this scream is plowing
Through my heart and the air
It's the same scream
That in the Chaco my grandpa shouted
And no one heard it

They want me to be quiet
Want me to be quiet
Because my silence helps them
To beat up the defenseless
They fear the knife of my guitar
And the voices I hear from the winds
They want me to be quiet!

They want my song
To only speak of love or landscapes
It hurts me to feel the pain
Of so many people who’ve been cut down
With hunger for their courage

I love love! I love love
Of sweet girls
I love the romance of the willow with the noise
But I love the man with the broken back
And I make his hunger and pain mine

I come to scream, I come to scream
What others keep quiet
There’s plenty of love and kisses in the songs!
I bring the wounded cry of my people
It’s not my fault if I don’t bring flowers

I who walked the roads
Without bending to the trail
Carrying a star
Forbidden by the lords
I know the hardships

Of abandoned childhood
That I’ve seen turn to nothing
The dearest longings
I want to save from oblivion
The song of my guitar

Because in it dawns
The dreams of my homeland
Clenching my fist tight
Guitar, scream with me
To defend my nest

I have a guitar rifle
That tends to be quite accurate
If it feels like hitting
And one morning
It lights up the whole world

Every time a poor man sings
The doors of the wind close
Maybe because their laments
Awaken the hearts?
Poor little storm clouds

Wanting to put out the Sun
They don’t know that if the singer
Sings what the people feel
They’ll hear it even in dreams
If it’s the people, their singer

Guitar, sing with me
Even if they shut the door
Because if the door is open
Any singer can come in and sing
But even if they lock us out

Together we will sing
And no one can silence
What the heart is screaming
Better to die fighting
Than to be alive and not sing!