Caminito De Mi Pueblo
Los Chalchaleros
Path of My Hometown
Marching slowly as my mule walks
aimlessly and alone
I let her walk whistling with full rein
any path is the same
they are all memories that I relive upon returning
I'm not in a hurry to arrive
After a yawn that is a shadow in the afternoon
the night begins to be born
behind the same hill the moon begins to emerge
and like yesterday, to grow
kissing my mule, I lay on the grass and there
I return to childhood once again
How many years have passed
it seems like everything was yesterday
path of my hometown
how many times from afar I dreamed
to return to climb, go up the slope and there
see the little house again
There I see the blades of the old windmill
tired of turning
it even seems to me that I hear the up and down
of its boring pumping
I sit in the church where my mother used to pray
with her rosary and shawl
The old eucalyptus tree like a sentinel
standing guard over the lot
the same little school where as a child I learned
to dirty my apron
The same little square, the same orange tree and also
the same smell of chance.
How many years have passed
it seems like everything was yesterday
path of my hometown
how many times from afar I dreamed
to return to climb, go up the slope and there
see the little house again
