Mi Pueblo Me Hace Cantar

In my town the moon
Is so big and so beautiful
That the roosters wake up
To sing to her.

In my town hope
Is like the tide
Or the passing cloud
With its humid trace.

In my town the men
Have taken sides
Some for life
Others against themselves.

But the rugged land
Is giving birth to the path
Where all steps
Have a single rhythm.

With the scent of oregano
The path will be filled
If the summer is very long
There will always be the shade
Of some guayacán. (repeat)

My town is Juan Bariaca
And it's Tulio Guariato
It's Rafael Primera
The old sweetheart
And they are the mother hands
Of all the jugs
And it's the thorny
And sweet fruit of the cardon.

My town every day
Cleanses and purifies itself
There hasn't been a bitter drink
That kills its joy
It stretches full
From the sun and the breeze
That brings us the scent
Given by the semerucal.

My town every day
Has a lot to give (repeat)