Soleá de La Ciencia

You presume you are science
I don't understand it that way,
Because if you were science
You would have understood me,
Why, being you science
Haven't you understood me?

The sun rises and give me the glass,
And when it doesn't break the glass,
Oh! What will it break?

The little birds and I
We wake up at the same time;
They sing to the dawn
I cheer up my feelings.

Why so much rain?
My little eyes are dry
From sowing and not reaping.