Los Pueblos de Gesto Antiguo

I like the small towns with ancient gesture
They are people who shake hands and greet the sun
Who know how to make a living and face death
There I will go to live
With people who plant a tree and ignite love.

I will go down that path that leads to the town
That grows amidst the tenderness given by corn
I will go with the struggle on my shoulders and the soul open
There I will go to live
With all the ancient strength of my roots.

People will be singing the new life
That is growing in the small towns
The towns of ancient gesture
With people who shake hands.

I will sing with them until dawn
Sprinkles the field with pure aroma.
Simple like the rain
Deep like peace.

The towns of ancient gesture shake hands
The towns shake hands to overcome
The towns that are growing like the winds
There I will go to live
In that very small town that is about to be born.