El pueblo

Whoop
It's for you, my Mexico

The town where I was born, the town where I grew up
Is crying for my absence
The kid I left behind said I stole his adolescence
The town where I was born, the town where I grew up
Is asking for my return
The old lemon tree of the town
With a touch of nostalgia, it flourishes again
I also miss, like I miss, going back there
Ouo
I live remembering, yearning where I grew up

I know I'll come back, I'll stay to die in this land
The same one that saw the birth of that black man who's singing
I know I'll come back, I'll embrace the farmer of my land
The same one that saw the birth of the old man who's planting
I also miss, like I miss, going back there
Ouo
I live remembering, yearning where I was born
Whoop

The town where I was born, the town where I grew up
Is crying for my absence
The kid I left behind said I stole his adolescence
I also miss, like I miss, going back there
Ouo
I live remembering, yearning where I was born
Whoop
I know I'll come back, I'll stay to die in this land
The same one that saw the birth of that black man who's singing
I know I'll come back, I'll stay, I'll embrace the farmer of my land
The same one that saw the birth of my mother who's planting
And it doesn't break
Epa eeeeeeeeeuuooooooooooooooooooooohayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy