Te Dicen Poeta
(Tú piensas 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 adónde va
Vete a mirar los mineros
Los hombres en el trigal
Y cántale a los que luchan
Por un pedazo de pan
Poeta de tierras 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 ser hombre
Y lo segundo, poeta
De tanto mirar la Luna
Ya nada sabes mirar
Eres como un pobre ciego
Que no sabe adónde va
Vete a mirar los mineros
Los hombres en el trigal
(Y cántale a los que luchan
Por un pedazo de pan.) Bis
They Call You Poet
(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 land and rhymes
Go live in the jungle
And you will learn many things
About the lumberjack and his miseries
Live alongside the people
Don't just watch from the outside
Because first and foremost, you must be a man
And secondly, a 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.) Repeat