El Pueblo

Ésta es la historia de un viejo dicen que murió de viejo
Pero la verdad es otra porque no estaba tan viejo.

Lo que pasa es que en el pueblo la gente trabaja mucho
Si no pregúntele a Chucho que no para de coser.

Don chucho le cose a mano
Pone botón por botón
Y con los ojos cansados le remienda el pantalón
Don chucho murió de solo
No fue de vejez no más
Esperando a una mujer que le prometió regresar

Ésta es la historia de un hombre dicen que siempre sonríe
Pero la verdad es otra porque no anda tan contento.

Lo que pasa es que en el pueblo la gente trabaja duro
Sino pregúntele a Pepe que no para de pescar.

Don Pepe sólo trabaja pescando de sol a sol
Pero él dice que en su barca va pescando una ilusión
Tiene las manos callosas de tanto jalar la red
Igual las tenía su padre y seguro su hijo también.

Y ésta es la historia de Luisa dicen que es la más hermosa
Pero es que a Luisa le sobran razones pa' ser hermosa
Lo que pasa es que en el pueblo la gente también disfruta
Sino pregúntele a lucha que no para de bailar

Doña luisa va recogiendo por la mañana el café
Y después se va cantando a venderlo al almacén
Con los pesitos que gana
Luisa se compra un vestido
No más de pura coqueta pa' tenerlos derretidos.

Peruvian waltz
Words and music by Marta Gómez (2004).

The Town

This is the story of an old man,
everyone says he died because he was too old
but I know that's not true,
since he was actually not that old.

What happens is that in the town, people work too much
if you don't believe me, ask Don Chucho,
who doesn't stop sewing.

Don chucho works by hand,
sewing button by button,
patching up pants with his tired eyes.
Don chucho died 'cause he was lonely,
it was not just of old age
He was waiting for a woman who once promised to come back...

This is the story of a man,
everyone says he's always smiling
but I know that's not true
since he is not really that happy

What happens is that in the town, people work too hard
if you don't believe me, you can ask Pepe
who doesn't stop fishing

Don Pepe works all day long
fishing from dusk till dawn
He says he fishes for illusions on his boat
His hands are tired and callous
they look the same as his father's
and surely, the same as his son's

This is the story of Luisa
everyone says she's the most beautiful woman in town
and Luisa has plenty of reasons to be beautiful

What happens is that in the town, people also have fun
if you don't believe me, you can ask "Lucha"
who doesn't stop dancing

Doña Luisa picks up coffee beans by morning
and then she goes singing to sell it to the warehouse,
with the little money she makes,
she buys herself a new dress
just for fancy, since she knows
that every man in town is crazy for her.

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