Canten - Polo Montañez

De que le sirve al cantor

Que tenga cuatro canciones

Si no sabe en donde pone la voluntad

Otros que creen que el dinero

Viene siendo lo primero

Y escriben cosas que a mi no me dicen nada

Sin embargo los que son

Brillantes como la luna

No hay quien les ofrezca una oportunidad

Que cantidad de poetas

Se les llenan las gavetas

De cosas interesantes que son verdad

Y mucho más

Pero como!

Por eso estamos como estamos

Yo mantengo aquel refrán

Que en Cuba se usa bastante

No van lejos los de adelante si los de atrás se van

Y mientras me gano el pan con el sudor de mi frente

Un día seguramente me escucharán, me entenderán, me buscarán

Lo digo yo!

Deja que cante!

Cante conmigo cante

Hagamos una canción que se levante

Que nadie venga a decirme que van lejos los de adelante

Deja que al que venga atrás le den un chance y tu verás

Y el que quiera unirse al coro

Que lo haga en el instante

Ayudando a la canción que se levante

Para que canten

Vamos, vamos, vamos todos

En esta guagua gigante

Tarareando una canción

Que todo el mundo la cante

Que se levanten

What good is the singer

have four songs

If he doesn't know where he puts the will

Others who believe that money

It comes first

And they write things that don't mean anything to me

However those who are

bright as the moon

No one offers them a chance

how many poets

their drawers are filled

Of interesting things that are true

And much more

But how!

That is why we are as we are

I keep that saying

Which in Cuba is used a lot

Those in front don't go far if those behind leave

And while I earn my bread with the sweat of my brow

One day they will surely listen to me, they will understand me, they will look for me

I say so!

Let me sing!

sing with me sing

Let's make a song that rises

Let no one come to tell me that those ahead go far

Let the one who comes behind give you a chance and you will see

And whoever wants to join the choir

Let him do it instantly

Helping the song rise

for them to sing

Come on, come on, come on everybody

In this giant bus

humming a song

let everyone sing it

get up