today I am very far away
of the land that saw naceeeeer
of my parents and my brothers
and from my neighborhood that saw it grow
nostalgia destroys my soul
and I would like to see you again.
the memory makes me sad
the sadness makes me cry
between tears I seem to look
to my people and my sweet home
and also to my blessed mother
that without a doubt for my to pray
I walk with all my being
return to my beloved town
and my god gives it to me
To die to already with mine.
'It is sad to be absent
from the land where one was born and more
sad if friends are not present
and the loved ones that fate
made us kill the soul has never been able to
I have gone for big cities
through its streets they keep lighted but
I have never forgotten my people and I do not think
forget it for nothing even if you have
their adobe houses and the odd
cobbled street
I walk with all my being
return to my beloved town
and my god gives it to me
To die to already with mine.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)