Manifiesto

I don't sing for the sake of singing
Not even for having a good voice
I sing because the guitar
It makes sense and is right

He has a heart of earth
And popcorn wings
It's like holy water
Blessed glories and sorrows

Here my song fit in
As Violeta said
Hardworking guitar
With the smell of spring

It's not a rich man's guitar
Not even anything resembling it
My song is from the scaffolding
To reach the stars
That the song has meaning
When it pulsates in the veins
Of the one who will die singing
The true truths
Not the fleeting flattery
Neither foreign fame
If not the song of a market
To the bottom of the earth

Where everything arrives
And where it all begins
I sing that has been brave
It will always be a new song
It will always be a new song
It will always be a new song