Ya ves [English translation]

You see, at times I become weary of being a man and

it sickens me to hear that all goes well,

and see sad men looking towards the south,

and not to exist if you do not look at me.

You see, sometimes I get tired of losing you and to know

that we are alone and no Guevara will reurn

to give me the explanation

I do not see you lying on my mattress.

And meanwhile,

the enormous noise of scaffolding,

little open boats and shipwrecks,

break into our dream.

And meanwhile,

if today Havana falls,

tomorrow

who will be our master?

So I sing to remember

that you are still at my side,

that you still dream awake for in this way

we overcome the weariness.

So I sing to remember

that we are still alive,

if you do not see further than your horizon

we will be lost.

You see, sometimes I get tired of being free, of being

free to sell myself and fall

dead where my freedom prefers to be,

always at the other side of your frontier.

You see, sometimes I get tired of myself and not having

courage to search for you and commit

every crime that this love requires.

"Stand and deliver, your lips or your life".

And meanwhile,

the enormous noise of scaffolding,

little open boats and shipwrecks,

break into our dream.

And meanwhile,

if the Lacandon burns

if Mark leaves,

Who will be our master?

So I sing to remember

that you are still at my side,

that you still dream awake for in this way

we overcome the weariness.

So I sing to remember

that we are still alive,

if you do not see further than your horizon

we will be lost.

• Artist:Ismael Serrano
• Album:Los paraisos desiertos