Aquel Tiempo de Mi Infancia

I want to go back to that time as one looks inward
That time of my childhood of suns and memories
Achalay what a beautiful life to return to walking distances
Walking the old streets, feeling their new fragrances

The old train of my town is the hope that walked

I was the smoke of my people, smoke that burned
Like a little ember in the fire, like a little cigarette in conversation
And of suns and moons, I grew up alone
Among the singers, blossoming inside the soul
Spring that arrived in buds and white flowers

I am the fruit of life from two branches that joined
From two branches that gave their new fruits to the earth

And in my mother's kiss, I climbed to ride my dream
In a world of illusions full of music and song
I wanted to become in the night, I am tucu tucu and cicada

A heart of vidala, I wanted to be a drum skin
To cheer up my sorrows on long days or nights
And of suns and moons, I grew up alone

Santiago, I return to your side, I want to dry my tears today
Give me magic and luck, I want to be a chango again