El Poeta
Tú crees que eres distinto
Porque te dicen poeta
Y tienes un mundo aparte
Más allá de las estrellas
Tú crees que eres distinto
Porque te dicen poeta
Y tienes un mundo aparte
Más allá de las estrellas
De tanto mirar la Luna
Ya nada sabes mirar
Eres como un pobre ciego
Que no sabe a dónde va
Vete a mirar los mineros
Los hombres en el trigal
Y cántale a los que luchan
Por un pedazo de pan
Poeta de ciertas rimas
Vete a vivir a la selva
Y aprenderás muchas cosas
Del hachero y sus miserias
Poeta de ciertas rimas
Vete a vivir a la selva
Y aprenderás muchas cosas
Del hachero y sus miserias
Vive junto con el pueblo
No lo mires desde afuera
Que lo primero es el hombre
Y lo segundo, poeta
De tanto mirar la Luna
Ya nada sabes mirar
Eres como un pobre ciego
Que no sabe a dónde va
Vete a mirar los mineros
Los hombres en el trigal
Y cántale a los que luchan
Por un pedazo de pan
The Poet
You think you're different
Because they call you a poet
And you have a world apart
Beyond the stars
You think you're different
Because they call you a poet
And you have a world apart
Beyond the stars
By looking at the Moon so much
You no longer know how to see
You're like a poor blind man
Who doesn't know where he's going
Go look at the miners
The men in the wheat field
And sing to those who struggle
For a piece of bread
Poet of certain rhymes
Go live in the jungle
And you will learn many things
About the lumberjack and his miseries
Poet of certain rhymes
Go live in the jungle
And you will learn many things
About the lumberjack and his miseries
Live alongside the people
Don't look at them from the outside
For the first thing is the man
And the second, the poet
By looking at the Moon so much
You no longer know how to see
You're like a poor blind man
Who doesn't know where he's going
Go look at the miners
The men in the wheat field
And sing to those who struggle
For a piece of bread