Manifiesto - Victor Heredia

Yo no canto por cantar

Ni por tener buena voz

Canto porque la guitarra

Tiene sentido y razón

Tiene corazón de tierra

Y alas de palomita

Es como el agua bendita

Santigua glorias y penas

Aquí se encajó mi canto

Como dijera Violeta

Guitarra trabajadora

Con olor a primavera

Que no es guitarra de ricos

Ni cosa que se parezca

Mi canto es de los andamios

Para alcanzar las estrellas

Que el canto tiene sentido

Cuando palpita en las venas

Del que morirá cantando

Las verdades verdaderas

No las lisonjas fugaces

Ni las famas extranjeras

Sino el canto de una lonja

Hasta el fondo de la tierra

Ahí donde llega todo

Y donde todo comienza

Canto que ha sido valiente

Siempre será canción nueva

I do not sing for singing

Not even for having a good voice

I sing because the guitar

It makes sense and reason

He has a heart of earth

And popcorn wings

It's like holy water

Holy glories and sorrows

Here my song was embedded

As Violet said

hardworking guitar

With the scent of spring

That is not the guitar of the rich

or anything that looks like

My song is from the scaffolding

to reach for the stars

That the song makes sense

When it throbs in the veins

Of which he will die singing

the true truths

Not the fleeting flattery

Nor foreign fame

But the song of a fish market

To the bottom of the earth

where it all comes

and where it all begins

I sing that you have been brave

It will always be a new song