Andaluces de Jaén

Andalusians from Jaén
Proud olive pickers,
tell me in the soul, who?
who raised the olive trees?
Andalusians from Jaén,
Andalusians from Jaén.

They were not raised by nothing,
nor by money or the lord,
but by the silent earth
the work and the sweat.

United to the pure water,
and to the planets united,
the three gave the beauty
of the twisted trunks.
Andalusians from Jaén.

Andalusians from Jaén,
Proud olive pickers,
tell me in the soul, from whom?
whose are these olive trees?
Andalusians from Jaén,
Andalusians from Jaén.

How many centuries of olive,
feet and hands imprisoned,
sun to sun and moon to moon
weigh on your bones.

Jaén rise up, fierce,
on your lunar stones,
do not become a slave
with all your olive groves,
Andalusians from Jaén.

Andalusians from Jaén,
Proud olive pickers,
tell me in the soul, from whom?
whose are these olive trees?
Andalusians from Jaén,
Andalusians from Jaén.