Debo partirme en dos [English translation]

Don't believe yourselves that it's nonsense.

May no one get up, though I laugh.

It's been a while since I've fought with people

who say I sing indecent things.

"I love you, my love,

don't leave me alone.

I can't be without you,

look, I'm crying."

Don't you see?, now I'm decent:

it was easy for me.

May the public come together and acclaim me.

May the children move closer,

the lovers of rhythm.

May the intellectuals stay seated.

I should split myself in two.

Some say here,

others say there,

and I only want to say,

I only want to sing

and the luck

that could move a song

doesn't matter.

Some say here,

others say there,

and I only want to say,

I only want to sing

and it doesn't matter if later

they cancel my performance.

I too sang in minor keys.

I too suffered from those pains.

I too seemed to sing like a saint.

I too repeated in millions of songs:

"I love you, my love,

don't leave me alone.

I can't be without you,

look, I'm crying."

But I was tangling myself up in more issues

and things of this world appeared:

"Rifle Against Rifle," "Cuban Song,"

and "The Birthing Era"* became fashionable.

I should split myself in two.

Some say here,

others say there,

and I only want to say,

I only want to sing

and the luck

that could move a song

doesn't matter.

Some say here,

others say there,

and I only want to say,

I only want to sing

and it doesn't matter if later

they cancel my performance.

I wanted to sing hooded

and after getting confused at your side

though that way I didn't have friends and dates

and some or other favor from a pretty girl,

but,

"I love you, my love,

don't leave me alone.

I can't be without you,

look, I'm crying."

I won't repeat that refrain.

Some eyes watch with a bad gleam

and I now fear not being played:

almost always it happens that something bad is thought.

I should split myself in two.

Some say here,

others say there,

and I only want to say,

I only want to sing

and the luck

that could move a song

doesn't matter.

Some say here,

others say there,

and I only want to say,

I only want to sing

and it doesn't matter if later

they cancel my performance.

• Artist:Silvio Rodríguez
• Album:Al final de este viaje (1978)