Volví Pa'l Pueblo
Ayer regresé pa'l pueblo
Volví pa'l pueblo donde nací
Ayer regresé pa'l pueblo
Volví pa'l pueblo donde nací
Y volvieron en bandada
Tantos recuerdos que en mi alma anidan, sí
Y volvieron en bandada
Tantos recuerdos que en mi alma anidan, sí
Ay, el olor a canela
Ay, las torrejas y el requesón
Ay, el sazón de la abuela
Ay, ay, mi madre, que era una canción
¿Dónde andará mi amor y sus ojos negros?
¿Dónde andará mi amor y su corazón?
Allá donde ande, díganle que en mis recuerdos
Están los besos que nos dimos con pasión
Ayer regresé pa'l pueblo
Volví a sus llanos, subí a sus cerros
Ayer regresé pa'l pueblo
Volví a sus llanos, subí a sus cerros
Y palpé las cicatrices
Que me dejaron bravos becerros
Y palpé las cicatrices
Que me dejaron bravos becerros
Ay, el abuelo a caballo
Ay, las muchachas de abril
Ay, esas lluvias de mayo
Que anunciaban que era ya el tiempo de uncir
¡Y tráete los bueyes, Mello!
Ay, la ausencia de mi padre
Que, de mojado, buscaba el pan
Ay, no lloro por cobarde
Ay, lloro por todos aquellos que no están
Ayer regresé pa'l pueblo
Back to the Town
Yesterday I came back to the town
I returned to the town where I was born
Yesterday I came back to the town
I returned to the town where I was born
And they came back in droves
So many memories that nest in my soul, yeah
And they came back in droves
So many memories that nest in my soul, yeah
Oh, the smell of cinnamon
Oh, the sweet fritters and the ricotta
Oh, my grandma's cooking
Oh, oh, my mother, it was like a song
Where could my love be with her dark eyes?
Where could my love be with her heart?
Wherever she is, tell her that in my memories
Are the kisses we shared with passion
Yesterday I came back to the town
I returned to its plains, climbed its hills
Yesterday I came back to the town
I returned to its plains, climbed its hills
And I felt the scars
That those wild calves left on me
And I felt the scars
That those wild calves left on me
Oh, grandpa on horseback
Oh, the girls of April
Oh, those May rains
That announced it was time to plow
And bring the oxen, Mello!
Oh, the absence of my father
Who, as an undocumented worker, sought bread
Oh, I don't cry out of cowardice
Oh, I cry for all those who are not here
Yesterday I came back to the town