Yo Nunca Pido Permiso (Milonga)

I never ask for permission
To sing a milonga
It's enough that I decide
With just what I need
This land where I step

Belongs to the rural countryman
And even if someone finds it wrong
Because my voice doesn't reach that far
And to the bichoco of my song
I'll throw a bit of a muzzle

I sing to Mar del Plata
The place where my fame was born
Whenever I can to my mom
For whom my love is unleashed
To the last name is my tata

Who gave me his heritage
To the one who speaks the truth
And to the one who founded our race
Yeast that is kneaded
The bread of my freedom

I believe that the singer
Should take turns in the circle
And always do it when possible
With decency and courage
And not ask for permission

For the country folk to listen
When I make a stop on the journey
No one crosses my line
If in the end when I leave
I go with what I brought

That's why I don't go asking
For permission or attention
I sing with the conviction
Of knowing what I'm doing
Sure that no one is listening

Because I don't have cunning
When I say see you another day
To the one who wanted to listen
Why would I ask for permission
If all the land is mine