Por Qué Cantamos

If each hour comes with its death
If time was a den of thieves
The airs are no longer so Buenos Aires
Life is nothing more than a moving target

And you will ask why we sing

If our loved ones were left without hugs
The homeland almost dead from sadness
And the heart of man shattered
Before shame exploded

You will ask why we sing

We sing because the river is sounding
And when the river sounds, the river sounds
We sing because the cruel has no name
And instead, his destiny has a name
We sing because of the child and because of everything
And because of some future and because of the people
We sing because the survivors
And our dead want us to sing

If we went far like a horizon
If trees and sky remained here
If every night was always an absence
And every awakening a mismatch

You will ask why we sing

We sing because it rains on the furrow
And we are militants of life
And because we cannot and do not want
To let the song turn to ashes
We sing because the shout is not enough
And neither is the crying nor the anger
We sing because we believe in people
And because we will overcome defeat

We sing because the Sun recognizes us
And because the field smells of spring
And because in this stem, in that fruit
Every question has its answer