The original poem in Spanish by Mario Benedetti
Qué les queda a los jóvenes?
What is left to prove to young
in this world of patience and disgust?
Just grafitti? Rock?? Skepticism??
also is not to say amen
do not let them kill the love
restore speech and utopia
be young without haste and with memory
placed in a story that is yours
not become prematurely old
What is left to prove to young
routine in this world and ruin?
Cocaine? Beer? Hooligans??
are left breathing / open your eyes
discover the roots of horror
So be at peace invent hard way
terms with the nature
and with the rain and lightning
and with feeling and with death
that crazy of binding and loosing
What is left to prove to young
in this world of consumption and smoke?
Vertigo?? Assaults?? Nightclubs??
also is arguing with God
whether or not there exists
hands that help build / open doors
between own and alien heart /
above all they have left to do future
despite the ruines of past
sages and scoundrels of this.
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