Del Tiempo I' Mama (Zamba)

The old backyard that faces the alley
The gallery, the water tank, the rose bush
The birdcage, the hammock, the geranium
Always take me back in memory to my hometown of Pomán
The birdcage, the hammock, the geranium
Always take me back in memory to my hometown of Pomán

I see my grandpa, happy and content
Smoking a pipe and sipping mate
While my mom, busy working
Is drying her hands on her apron
While my mom, busy working
Is drying her hands on her apron

What a happy time childhood was
I swear, I don't know why it had to pass!
By God, it makes me want to cry
Just thinking it won't come back
My old little house in Pomán
Because you're a part of my life, I want to sing to you

I see the hearth, the brazier, the loom
The copper pot, the spinning wheel
And in the trough, covered with cloths
The dough is rising to make bread
And in the trough, covered with cloths
The dough is rising to make bread

I see myself as a kid, playing in the yard
And the old mirror watching me and teasing
I hear my mom scrubbing the pot
To make the stew, singing and singing
I hear my mom scrubbing the pot
To make the stew, singing and singing

What a happy time childhood was
I swear, I don't know why it had to pass!
By God, it makes me want to cry
Just thinking it won't come back
My old little house in Pomán
Because you're a part of my life, I want to sing to you