Paroles et traduction Tantomán - Costumbres De Pueblo Chico

Costumbres De Pueblo Chico

Paisano voy a contarle de dónde vengo cantando
De un pueblo que por tan chico en el mapa no va a encontrarlo
O el encargado de pintarlo olvidó considerarlo
Son unas poquitas cuadras, las calles todas de tierra
Si llueve las tapa el barro, si hay viento la polvareda
Si viera como florece al llegar la primavera
Cuando vea los ranchos pobres no se fije en la pobreza
Mire la quinta cuidada, jardín prolijo, agua fresca
Paisajes de pueblo chico, parral y vino en la mesa

Paisano si llega al pago no dude en desensillar
Pero no venga apurado porque se va a demorar
Cuando halle farra y guitarra en mi Juanchazo nomás

Hay una plaza que es centro los domingos por la tarde
Adonde van las muchachas empilchadas pa' mostrarse
Pa' enamorar los muchachos con ganas de enamorarse
Allá en mi pago querido el día de mi nacimiento
Me hicieron como una marca por si una vuelta me pierdo
Y sepan donde enterrarme apenas por el acento
Da pena ver a mi hermano cuando se aleja del pago
Buscando horizontes nuevos que acá no podrá encontrarlos
Y anda penando en el mundo añorando lo que ha dejado

Paisano si va a Juanchazo no dude en desensillar
Costumbres de pueblo chico, como en su casa va a andar
Cuando halle farra y guitarra en mi Juanchazo nomás

Customs of a Small Town

My dear, I'll tell you where I come from as I sing
A town so small, you won't find it on a map,
Or perhaps the cartographer simply forgot to include it.
Just a few blocks, the streets all unpaved,
When it rains, they're covered in mud, and when it's windy, they're filled with dust.
But oh, how it blooms when spring arrives,
Don't be fooled by the humble ranches, dear,
Look at the well-kept gardens, the lush greenery, the fresh water,
Scenes of a small town, trellises and wine on the table.

My dear, if you ever visit my hometown, don't hesitate to dismount,
But don't be in a hurry, because you'll be enticed to stay,
When you find music and revelry at Juanchazo's place,

There's a plaza that's the heart of the town on Sunday afternoons,
Where young ladies parade in their finest attire,
And young men come to court them, hoping to win their hearts.
In my beloved hometown, on the day I was born,
They gave me a mark, so that if I ever get lost,
They'll know where to bury me, just by my accent.
It pains me to see my brother leave our town,
Seeking horizons he thinks he can't find here,
And he wanders the world, longing for what he left behind.

My dear, if you ever visit Juanchazo's place, don't hesitate to dismount,
Customs of a small town, you'll feel right at home,
When you find music and revelry at Juanchazo's place,