En estos días inciertos - Celtas Cortos

En estos días inciertos en que vivir es un arte

Quisiera poder cantar, en libertad expresarme

Pues de todos es sabido que censuran una parte

De las cosas que decimos los artistas y cantantes

Al compa Fermín de Negu por denunciar con su arte

A la gente uniformada, corrompidos y cobardes

Le han acusao de violento, de rarito y de malaje

Y así nos tratan al pueblo, con engaños y a callarse

Por eso yo pido, no voy a callar

Déjanos cantar en libertad

De lo bonito, de lo feo y de lo innombrable

De esta vida, de la muerte y de quien sabe

De los amores, la injusticia y de su padre

Mi amigo Rubén Muñoz, un murciano muy entrañable

Insumiso y no violento, de esa gente que tú sabes

Cuando ejercía su derecho a poder manifestarse

Se lo han llevao esposao con violencia y mala sangre

Por eso yo pido, no voy a callar

Déjanos cantar en libertad

De lo bonito, de lo feo y de lo innombrable

De esta vida, de la muerte y de quien sabe

De los amores, la injusticia y de su padre

A mi amigo Félix Ángel, un alavés muy importante

Como hermano solidario, ayudaba al inmigrante

Hasta que vino la justicia con torturas y calambres

Con la intención de apagar la llama que en todos arde

Por eso yo pido, no voy a callar

Déjanos cantar en libertad

De lo bonito, de lo feo y de lo innombrable

De esta vida, de la muerte y de quien sabe

De los amores, la injusticia y de su padre

Por eso yo pido, no voy a callar

Déjanos cantar en libertad

De lo bonito, de lo feo y de lo innombrable

De esta vida, de la muerte y de quien sabe

De los amores, la injusticia y de su padre

In these uncertain days when living is an art

I would like to be able to sing, in freedom to express myself

Well, everyone knows that they censor a part

Of the things that artists and singers say

To the compa Fermín de Negu for denouncing with his art

To the people in uniform, corrupt and cowardly

They have accused him of being violent, weird and evil

And that's how they treat us, the people, with deceit and silence

That's why I ask, I'm not going to shut up

Let us sing in freedom

Of the beautiful, of the ugly and of the unspeakable

Of this life, of death and who knows

Of love, injustice and his father

My friend Rubén Muñoz, a very endearing Murcian

Rebellious and non-violent, of those people that you know

When he exercised his right to be able to demonstrate

They have taken him away handcuffed with violence and bad blood

That's why I ask, I'm not going to shut up

Let us sing in freedom

Of the beautiful, of the ugly and of the unspeakable

Of this life, of death and who knows

Of love, injustice and his father

To my friend Félix Ángel, a very important man from Alava

As a supportive brother, he helped the immigrant

Until justice came with torture and cramps

With the intention of putting out the flame that burns in everyone

That's why I ask, I'm not going to shut up

Let us sing in freedom

Of the beautiful, of the ugly and of the unspeakable

Of this life, of death and who knows

Of love, injustice and his father

That's why I ask, I'm not going to shut up

Let us sing in freedom

Of the beautiful, of the ugly and of the unspeakable

Of this life, of death and who knows

Of love, injustice and his father