Facundo Cabral is an Argentine singer known in folk-circles around the world and especially in Latin America. He will strongly remind you of the wonderful, and infamously murdered, Victor Jara of Chile. This sweet song caught my ear today.

Me Gusta La Gente Simple [click to ‘ear it]

Me gusta la gente simple
aunque yo soy complicado
la gente de casa pobre
y corazón millonario

La que todavía suda,
la que se rompe las manos,
la que se juega la vida por el pan de sus hermanos

Me gusta la gente simple
que al vino le llama vino,
la que al pan le llama pan
y enemigo al enemigo

La que se da por entero y no tiene intermediarios
la que comparte conmigo el respeto a los milagros

Me gusta la gente simple,
que se levanta temprano,
porque hay que limpiar la calle,
pintar el frente al mercado,
bajar del camión la fruta,
repartir los telegramas,
servir el café, la sopa, pescar,
embolsar la papa,
cortar el árbol preciso para hacer una guitarra
con la que un día el cantor, caminará por la patria
contando la gente simple,
que sin ella no hay nada,
ni siquiera la milonga
que en el mundo me declara

Me gusta la gente simple
que hace la silla y la mesa,
los zapatos de mi madre,
el vestido de Teresa

La que ríe fácilmente,
la que fácilmente llora,
la que inocente confía
que un día cambien las cosas
Me gusta la gente simple
aunque yo soy complicado

I like simple people
  although I'm complicated
  people with a poor house
  and heart of a  millionaire 

  Those who still sweat,
  and break their hands,
  who risk their lives for bread for his brothers 

  I like simple people
  who call wine, wine,
  who call bread, bread
  and the enemy the enemy 

  Those who give of themselves completely
without intermediaries
 who shares with me respect for miracles 

  I like simple people,
  who get up early,
  because the street must be cleaned,
  paint put on the front of the market,
  fruit take off the bus,
  telegrams deliver,
  the coffee served, the soup, the fish,
  the potatoes bagged,
  the tree cut precisely to make a guitar
  with which one day the singer, will walk the country
  telling the simple people
  that without them there is nothing,
  not even the milonga
  in the world I am found 

  I like simple people
  who make the chairs and table,
  my mother's shoes,
  Teresa's dress 

  Those who laugh easily,
  which easily cry,
  who innocently trust
  that one day things will change
  I like simple people
  although I'm complicated