Poetas Andaluces

What do the Andalusian poets of now sing about?
What do the Andalusian poets of now look at?
What do the Andalusian poets of now feel?

They sing with a man's voice
but, where are the men?
They look with a man's eyes
but, where are the men?
They feel with a man's chest
but, where are the men?

They sing, and when they sing it seems like they are alone
They look, and when they look it seems like they are alone
They feel, and when they feel it seems like they are alone

What do the poets sing about, Andalusian poets of now?
What do the poets look at, Andalusian poets of now?
What do the poets feel, Andalusian poets of now?

And when they sing, it seems like they are alone
And when they look, it seems like they are alone
And when they feel, it seems like they are alone

And when they sing, it seems like they are alone
And when they look, it seems like they are alone
And when they feel, it seems like they are alone

But, where are the men?

Has Andalusia been left without anyone?
Is it possible that in the Andalusian mountains there is no one?
that in the fields and seas of Andalusia there is no one?

Will there be no one to answer the poet's voice,
who looks at the poet's heart without walls?
So many things have died, that only the poet remains

Sing loudly, you will hear that other ears listen
Look up, you will see that other eyes look
Beat strongly, you will know that another blood pulses

The poet is not deeper in his enclosed dark underground
His song rises to a deeper place, when open in the air
it belongs to all men

And now your song belongs to all men
And now your song belongs to all men

And now your song belongs to all men
And now your song belongs to all men (repeat)