Carta a Violeta Parra [English translation]

My always dearly beloved Violeta Parra:

I found your address from a cloud.

A guitar writes to you

that remembers you with devotion,

only to sing to you, yes,

how the issue is going.

Here below, marvels idle,

custom abandons piety.

The nightmare reigns

as supreme divinity.

Ego, fame, and money, yes,

holy trinity.

The fortunate one

turns a blind eye

and the vilified one

meat of the mob.

A kiss to Carmen Luisa,

fiancée of an archangel.

I love Chabela

and I salute the Angel.

Nets weave dreams for auctions;

foreign blood is a special effect.

Dignity wears out

like the philosopher's stone.

Profit and greed, yes,

form the management.

My dear Violeta, send me airmail,

voices of your universe in evolution,

to use your mystery

against the pharaoh's plagues,

so that they give me strength, yes,

and a good song.

• Artist:Silvio Rodríguez
• Album:Segunda cita (2010)