La Sencillita
El Sabalero
The Simple One
Heading to Colonia
Three streams away
I turned left
And found her lying down
Look how close it is
Where there's nothing but water
I don't know if she understood me
I talked about Villa Pancha
I came from a very cold place
My guitar was sick
Maybe it missed the nest
Of little purple blankets
Where we learned together
To shape the jacket
In the likeness of the town
So it could speak for the town
How nice it is to return home
And copy the tunes
From the rain pouring down
On the half-roofed houses
To smell the smoke
To step on the soft earth
To throw a party for the dogs
And live in peace
How nice it is to return home
That place smelling of foscata
To chat with the neighbors
Complaining in the morning
To feel the wind cry
When it hangs on the branches
And on stormy nights
The frogs' prayers
How nice it is to return home
And find what was missing
Affection, love, and advice
The warmth of home, and hope
In two lovely old folks
With plenty of gray hair
How nice it is to return home
When the soul has been left behind
Heading to Colonia
Three streams away
I turned left
And found her lying down
Look how close it is
Where there's nothing but water
I don't know if she understood me
I talked about Villa Pancha
With Don Rosendo, with Doña Eustaquia
Drinking mate in the mornings
Picking figs, or roasting corn
Look how nice it is, with the neighbors
With Alejandro, with Susana
With the little one walking the dog
But how beautiful my neighborhood is
The eucalyptus, the sandy areas
The candelares, but how lovely
My Villa Pancha
