Si el Poeta Eres Tú - Elena Burke

Sí el poeta eres tú,

como dijo el poeta,

y el que ha tumbado estrellas

en mil noches

de lluvias coloridas eres tú,

qué tengo yo que hablarte Comandante.

Si el que asomó al futuro su perfil

y lo estrenó con voces de fusil

fuiste tú, guerrero para siempre, tiempo eterno,

qué puedo yo cantarte Comandante.

En vano busco en mi guitarra tu dolor

y en mi jardín ya todo es bello no hay temor,

qué puedo yo dejarte Comandante

que no sea cambiar mi guitarra por tu suerte;

o negarle una canción al sol

o morir sin amor.

Qué puedo yo cantarte Comandante

si el poeta eres tú

como dijo el poeta

y el que ha tumbado estrellas

en mil noches de lluvias coloridas eres tú,

qué puedo yo cantarte Comandante.

Yes the poet is you

as the poet said,

and the one who has knocked down stars

in a thousand nights

of colorful rains are you,

what do I have to talk to you Commander.

If the one who peeked into the future his profile

and he premiered it with rifle voices

it was you, warrior forever, eternal time,

what can I sing to you Commander.

In vain I search my guitar for your pain

and in my garden everything is already beautiful there is no fear,

what can I leave you Commander

that is not changing my guitar for your luck;

or deny a song to the sun

or die without love.

What can I sing to you Commander

if the poet is you

as the poet said

and the one who has knocked down stars

in a thousand nights of colorful rains it is you,

what can I sing to you Commander.