Recordando a Mi Pueblo

Today once again I am remembering my town
The town that I never thought I would one day leave
But if I left, it's not because I wanted to
Poverty took me out, also the insecurity

I remember when my parents, as I left the house
With tears rolling down, they gave me their blessing
I turned around with a lump in my throat
And looking up to the sky, I asked my God
To give me permission to cross to the other side
To work very hard so my parents can live better

Today is the weekend and I'm having a beer
Because only one day is when I can drink
Because here every day of the week
If you want to improve yourself, you have to work

There are no vacations here, the faithful don't know about that
I swear that sometimes I feel like crying
But it goes away when my mother tells me
Thank you very much, my son, we just got paid
Here is your little savings, don't think I spent it
And thanks for fixing my house

I miss the town a lot and if one day I die
Wherever I die, I want them to take me there
I want to be paraded through those dirt streets
I want to hear my last caravan singing

And if after I die, Saint Peter asks me
If you were to be born again, where would you want to be?
I would say that I would want to be born in the same town
And if possible, the parents I have now would be my parents again

And remember, one can leave the ranch
But one's ranch never leaves
Cheer up, fellow countrymen!
Gerardo Díaz and his Gerarquía

And don't cry, friends, if you see me crying
Although like me, it hurts you the same
Because how not to cry if the town one loves so much
No matter how much one would like, it's not yet time to return

But we have to give it our all, we have to keep working
And in a few months we can go back there
To hug my parents and tell them I love them
Then go play volleyball and finish at the pool hall

Have some cold ones with friends we left behind
Sing some songs and remember our childhood

I miss the town a lot and if one day I die
Wherever I die, I want them to take me there
I want to be paraded through those dirt streets
I want to hear my last caravan singing

And if after I die, Saint Peter asks me
If you were to be born again, where would you want to be?
I would say that I would want to be born in the same town
And if possible, the parents I have now would be my parents again