Canción En Harapos

How easy it is to wave a handkerchief to the solar troop
From the Marxist manifesto and the history of hunger
How easy it is to sigh at the gesture of the man
Who fulfills a duty
And give little clothes to the poor
Daughter of the driver
How easy it is to mask the opportunity that arises
How easy it is to deceive those who cannot read
How many colors, how many facets the petite bourgeois has
How easy it is to transcend with a reputation for originality
But it is known that among the blind, the one-eyed man tends to lead
How easy it is to prop up the old morality
Disguised as a barricade
Of those who never had anything
How well the petite bourgeois prepares his mask
Long live the rag, sir
And the table without a tablecloth
Long live the one who smells like alleyways
With swear words and workshops
From a full table, anyone can decide to applaud
The ragged caravan of all the poor
From an imported tablecloth and an aged wine
One can fight very well
From a giant table and an elegant car
One can also suffer
In a friendly feast, one often sees fighting
If it is easy to abuse, it is even easier to condemn
And make papers for history to make a place for you
How easy it is to protest about the bomb that fell
A thousand kilometers from the wardrobe and the refrigerator
How easy it is to write something that calls for action
Against tyrants, against murderers
Against the cross or divine power
Always within reach of the shop window and the dining room
Long live the rag, sir
And the table without a tablecloth
Long live the one who smells like alleyways
With swear words and workshops.