Pueblito Viejo

Beloved little moon
hanging from the sky
like a little lantern
that my god placed

so you could light up
the silent nights
of this old little town
of my heart

Little town of my sorrows
of small houses
through your quiet streets
my youth ran

In you I learned to love
for the first time
and you never taught me
what ingratitude is

In you I learned to love
for the first time
and you never taught me
what ingratitude is

I want old little town
to die here on your ground
under the light of the sky
that one day saw me born