El Poeta
Atahualpa Yupanqui
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
