Del Tiempo I' Mama

When I remember being there, I remember so much!
When my grandpa was alive, when my mom used to scold me
When I went to the hill to gather the goats
With the slingshot hanging around my neck and whistling away!
And now I see myself so far away and so alone, how sad I feel
And I feel lazy to keep thinking
After all, what will I fix, huh?

The old patio that faces the alley
The gallery, the cistern, the rose bush
The birdcage, the hammock, the geranium
They always take me back in memory to my hometown of Pomán

I see my grandpa, happy and content
Smoking a 'chala' and working hard
While my mom, always busy
Wipes her hands on her apron

What a happy time childhood was
I swear to God, it makes me want to cry
Just thinking that it won't come back
My old little house in Pomán
Because you are part of my life, I want to sing to you

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

I see myself as a kid, playing in the patio
And the big mirror looking at me and teasing me
I hear my mom (scrubbing the pot
To make the 'guaschalocro' sing and sing