Si se calla el cantor

If the singer is silent, life is silent,
because life itself is a whole song.

If the singer is silent, hope dies of fright,
the light and joy.

If the singer is silent, the humble sparrows are left alone,
from the newspapers.

The port workers cross themselves,
who will fight for their wages.

What will become of life if the one who sings,
does not raise his voice in the stands.

For the one who suffers, for the one who has
no reason to walk without a blanket.

If the singer is silent, the rose dies,
what good is the rose without the song.

The singer must be a light over the fields,
always illuminating those below.

Let the singer not be silent because cowardly silence,
supports the evil that oppresses.

Singers do not know how to bow down,
they will never be silent in the face of crime.

Let all the flags be raised
when the singer stands with his shout.

May a thousand guitars bleed in the night,
an immortal song to infinity.

If the singer is silent, life is silent.