El alma de mi pueblo

I'm gonna sit down to chat,
I'm gonna sit down to watch the rain.
A brother is the one who sings and dreams the most
and his song is his fortune.

The soul of my town
above the meadow the moon.

The homeland rises like the wind
and in the evening remains a thought
of the soul of my town.

Yesterday the wheat was a sorrow,
a scarf of sadness, a chain,
when an aged train passed by
the guitar hid its lament.

The soul of my town
discovered just the beat.

The homeland raised new crops
and the wine swirled among the lilies
the soul of my town.

The soul of my town is a laughter,
a carousel that knows no hurry.
The sword of pride rises
when a child has fallen asleep, when he sings.

The soul of my town
is a blooming heart.

The homeland is sun and stone when it sings,
it is the soul of life, it is its trust.

The soul of my town...