Andalusians from Jaén,
proud olive growers,
tell me in good conscience who,
who grew the olive trees?
Andalusians from Jaén,
Andalusians from Jaén.
Neither the Nothingness grow them
nor money, nor the lord,
but the silent ground,
work and sweat.
Together with pure water
and together with the planets:
all three gave beauty
to the twisted trunks,
Andalusians from Jaén.
Andalusians from Jaén,
proud olive growers,
tell me in good conscience who,
who grew the olive trees?
Andalusians from Jaén,
Andalusians from Jaén.
How many centuries of olives,
with captive feet and hands,
all day long, sun and moon,
weigh on your bones!
Jaén, stand up, brave,
on your moon stones,
don’t become a slave
with all your olive groves.
Andalusians from Jaén.
Andalusians from Jaén,
proud olive growers,
tell me in good conscience who,
who grew the olive trees?
Andalusians from Jaén,
Andalusians from Jaén.