Volví Pa'l Pueblo

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