Costumbres perdidas

The customs of my town have been lost
No longer do the calves bellow in the pens
Compadres don't love each other like before
Nor do godchildren respect their godparents

It's not known anymore, it's not known anymore
Who is the father or the son

Those nights of vigilance are over
No more apparitions on the roads
Hidden loves no longer exist
Nor are kisses stolen on the corners

I better continue, there I better continue
With my lost customs

And my children, they do respect me
Because I have a rod of suaza calabash

The stars no longer shine as before
Dogs no longer howl in the early morning
Children don't bathe in the downpours
Nor do they sing beautifully to their beloved

I better stay, there I better stay
With my past customs

Those beautiful dawns are over
No more nights of full moon
The bells of my town no longer ring
Announcing the arrival of dawn

Not even there anymore, not even there anymore
Do men fight in my town with their fists