Paroles et traduction Atahualpa Yupanqui - El poeta (Remastered)

El poeta (Remastered)

Tú piensas que eres distinto
Porque te dicen poeta
Y tienes un mundo aparte
Más allá de las estrellas

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 tiernas rimas
Vete a vivir a la selva
Y aprenderás muchas cosas
Del hachero y sus miserias

Poeta de tiernas rimas
Vete a vivir a la selva
Y aprenderás muchas cosas
Del hachero y sus miserias

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

Vive junto con el pueblo
No lo mires desde afuera
Que lo primero es ser hombre
Y lo segundo, poeta

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

The Poet (Remastered)

You think you're different, love
Because they call you a poet
And you have a world apart
Beyond the stars so high

You think you're different, dear
Because they call you a poet
And you have a world apart
Beyond the stars so high

From staring at the moon so long
You've forgotten how to see
You're like a poor blind man, my girl
Who doesn't know where to flee

Go and look at the miners, sweet
The men in the wheat fields toil
And sing to those who struggle, love
For a simple piece of soil

Poet of tender rhymes, my dear
Go live in the jungle deep
And you will learn many things, my love
From the woodcutter's hardships steep

Poet of tender rhymes, my sweet
Go live in the jungle deep
And you will learn many things, my love
From the woodcutter's hardships steep

From staring at the moon so long
You've forgotten how to see
You're like a poor blind man, dear girl
Who doesn't know where to flee

Go and look at the miners, love
The men in the wheat fields toil
And sing to those who struggle, sweet
For a simple piece of soil

Live among the people, dear
Don't just watch them from afar
Being a man comes first, you see
Being a poet, second by far

Live among the people, love
Don't just watch them from afar
Being a man comes first, you see
Being a poet, second by far

From staring at the moon so long
You've forgotten how to see
You're like a poor blind man, my love
Who doesn't know where to flee

Go and look at the miners, sweet
The men in the wheat fields toil
And sing to those who struggle, dear
For a simple piece of soil