They call you a poet,
but what do you see?
Except for the moon
or that beautiful girl.
You, poet,
sing for those who go hungry,
for the dispossessed,
for those who have nothing.
You, poet,
sing for those who have nothing
and are easily replaceable.
You, poet,
who forgets the world around you.
You, poet,
sing for those who cry for a little bit of life.
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Te dicen poeta,
pero, ¿tú qué miras?
Salvo a la luna
o a esa chica bella.
Tú, poeta,
cántale a los que pasan hambre
a los desposeídos,
a los que no tienen nada.
Tú, poeta,
cántale a aquellos que no tienen nada,
y que son fácilmente reemplazables.
Tú, poeta,
que te olvidas del mundo que te rodea.
Tú, poeta,
cántale a los que lloran por un poco de vida.
