There are two Spains:
that of the soldier and that of the poet. That of the fratricidal sword and that
of the wandering song. There are two Spains and only one song. And this
is the song of the wandering poet:
Soldier, the hacienda,
The house,
The horse
And the pistol are yours.
The ancient voice of the earth is mine.
You keep everything and leave me naked and
wandering across the world...
But I leave you mute...mute!
So how will you gather the wheat
And feed the fire
If I have taken the song?
From Ganarás la luz
From Ganarás la luz
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