Defensa Del Trovador

Where are the friends and strangers
Who were waiting beneath my lips
Those who expected their shouts
gathered coming out of my only throat with grievances
Those who now say that I am no longer myself
making cushions out of a song
Those who have every right to have an opinion
but don't know which way to go
Those who were waiting seated at home
for two guitar strums to make them tremble.

He who expects poetry from me
with a spoonful full of my name
when will he start
to expect the right I have to live like a man
For if my song is blue, it's betrayal
And if it's made of stone, there's also betrayal
Old and young believe that a singer
is a clown with the devil and with god
But singing is difficult because you have to want
the truth much more than the song itself.

Who will risk their face, risk their hands,
risk their smile or the guitar?
Who has the right to accept or the right to deny
that these are not my own words?
What do these little ones want from me?
And what do those old ones expect from me?
Whoever wants to defend themselves from themselves
should start by defending themselves from me.
And whoever doesn't want to listen can get up
and leave or shut me up without further ado.

I only feel smiles and I feel sadness
and I feel like a piece of destiny
I only feel hellos and goodbyes
and it's necessary to understand that everything is a product of the journey
For the truth has never existed
it all depends on the time to speak
And when this song ends, everyone should think
whatever they please, whether good or bad
because if not, why sing at all
if not to stir everything up while singing.