Los Buenos Tiempos
Carlos Vives
The Good Times
My grandparents' house for the childhood years
I dreamed of so many stories that didn't fit in the bed
The story of an English train that bewitched the region
And a soccer ball that arrived for those years
The story of an English train that bewitched the region
And a soccer match that ended three to two
The train leaves Santa Marta, Cienaga looks asleep
From Riofrio to Aracataca, where my grandfather farms
Foundation is already celebrating and the train is asking for way
Vallenato songs are heard in the distance
Finally, modern times were discussed by the ladies
Like those in Europe, which are so missed
For my grandfather, progress was a relief from the burden
And on that iron mule, he dreamed of other times
For my grandfather, progress made him happy
Living through the bad times and calling them the good times
The train leaves at dawn and the whole town is awake
And the mockingbird sings to the wind announcing the stop
The snow clears and that makes me sentimental
The train of the good times took away the bad times
