El Pago de Uno

If I ever left, my beloved town
I felt like an orphan without your shelter
In other places, I shouted I was your son
And in other yards, I sang you were my nest

I was dust from your street, melted in the sun
Your morning bell was my fixed direction
Your clay from the ravine was the mix
That shaped my heart, awakened in the dawn

And so the wind let me know it was your spring
And the return, the flesh of my waiting
Until I could arrive, always at your door

Ah, that long street, my embrace
And the unmistakable scent of your hug
Like a mother's soul, always open

And so the wind let me know it was your spring
And the return, the flesh of my waiting
Until I could arrive, always at your door