Pueblo Guitarrero

When I go to my guitar town
I feel in my soul
A singing that comes from deep inside
Like nostalgia

When I go through the sun gathering sorrows
There's a memory of that girl I left
Over there on the side, so lonely
Oh oh oh, my heart

Upon returning, I feel that she also waits for me
To give me her heart
Upon returning, I feel that time has passed
My heart has matured

When I go to my guitar town
I feel in the air
The perfume that awakens among the pods
Of carob trees

When I go with that image of your eyes
That taught me the sweetness of love
I feel you close in my arms
Oh oh oh my adoration

Upon returning, I feel that she also waits for me
To give me her heart
Upon returning, I feel that time has passed
My heart has matured.