Mi Pueblo Del Molino
Ramon Pazos Rios y Grupo Vocal Sur
My Town of the Mill
Today the soul draws a semblance
Of a yesterday left behind on my path
They are distant profiles of longings
Of Trevelin, my town of the mill
And a latent and aggressive feeling comes to me
The vision of the canal that crosses it
Ribbon of water that rises and flows
And in its streets subtly awakens
Today I yearn for the beauties
Of your Welsh colony
Privileged garden
Where the Chubut river adorns itself
Every new morning
Today I yearn for you, Trevelin
And in the deep stillness of its fields
In that silent labyrinth
It seems to whisper sacred music
The majestic flow of the Corinto river
And at the time when the wheat ripens
There, when December tightens the Sun
The Welshman sings to God, making Him a witness
In his summer dream of harvests
