Текст и перевод песни Mercedes Sosa & Horacio Guarany - Recital al Cantor

Recital al Cantor

Cantor que canta bajito
Tiene miedo o poca voz
Pero el que canta a los gritos
Tiene herido el corazón.

Cantor que canta muy lento
Suavemente, sin arder,
Se está cantando pa'adentro,
Se está cantando para el.

Cantor por cantor nomás
No hace falta tal cantor
Podrá llegar a cantar
Pero nunca a ser cantor.

Pobrecito aquel cantor
Que canta sin saber que,
Cuando lo apriete el dolor
Se habrá de quedar de a pie.

Pobrecito aquel cantor
Que no canta la verdad
Se ha de quedar cuando muera
Perdido en su soledad.

Recital to the Singer

My dear singer who sings softly,
Are you timid, or do you lack vocal power?
But the one who sings at the top of their lungs,
Their heart is filled with pain.

My dear singer who sings very slowly,
Gently, without passion,
You are singing to yourself,
You are singing for yourself.

My dear singer who is merely a singer,
There is no need for such a singer.
They may be able to sing,
But they will never be a true singer.

My poor singer,
Who sings without knowing that,
When pain grips you,
You will be left stranded.

My poor singer,
Who does not sing the truth,
When you die, you will be left
Lost in your solitude.