La Sencillita

Partying to Colonia
Three streams away
I poured it to the left
And I drank it lying down

Look how close it will be
That there is plenty of water there
I don't know if you understood me
I'm talking about Villa Pancha

I was coming from a very cold place
My guitar was sick
Maybe I missed the nest
Of purple blankets

Where we learned together
To shape the jacket
In the likeness of the town
So that it would speak for the town

How nice it is to return to the place
And copy the tunes
To the rain that pours
Through the half-water roofs

To smell the smoke
To step on the soft ground
To party with the dogs
And to be able to live in peace.

How nice it is to return to the place
That smells of foscata
To chat with the neighbors
Bitter in the morning

To feel the wind cry
When it hangs on the branches
And on stormy nights
The prayers of the frogs.

How nice it is to return to the place
And find what was missing
Affection, love and advice
Home warmth, and hopes

In the divine old folks
Well loaded with gray hair
How nice it is to return to the place
When the soul has been left.

With Don Rosendo, with Doña Eustaquia
Drinking mate in the mornings
Picking figs, or roasting corn
Look how beautiful!.. with the neighbors
With Alejandro.. with Susana...
With the little one walking the dog
But how beautiful my neighborhood is
The eucalyptus trees.. the sand dunes
The cardinals.. how beautiful
My Villa Pancha.!!!!!