Manifiesto [English translation]

I do not sing to sing

nor having a good voice

sing because the guitar

makes sense and reason,

land has heart

and wings of dove,

is like holy water

crosses himself glories and sorrows,

fit here is my song

as I said Violeta

working guitar

smelling spring.

That is not rich guitar

or anything like

my song is from the scaffolding

to reach the stars,

the song makes sense

when it beats in the veins

which will die singing

real truths,

not flatter shooting

or foreign reputations

but the song of a lark deep

into the earth.

There it goes all

and where it all begins

song that has been brave

new song will always be.