How my town has changed
My town is no longer the same
From that beautiful town
To today, there is an abyss
There is no longer a woman with a shawl
There are no longer peasant men
The jug no longer goes to the well
Industrialism broke it
The water has already been contaminated
From the ditches and rivers
An eye of water has already dried up
They have already closed the mill
Women no longer wear petticoats
Nor do men wear Indian pants
Women no longer wear speaks
Not even man his civility
The adobe houses are now
They are disappearing
Today they build them from blocks
They are making them ugly
The poor man's silver and gold
They have become more expensive
There are no longer copper coins
They are now made of nickel
I no longer hear the knock band
Of the Suárez and their children
How sad the square looks
On Saturdays and Sundays
There is already another kind of benches
There is no kiosk or stall
The country people have already left
To embark on a new adventure
To the fields of the United States
With sadness and perhaps ¡s bitterness
To know that in their town they have lost
Ingenuity, the mill and sanity
Few return from there and I have come
And I find it changed and there is no doubt
That it is no longer that small town
That inspired longing and tenderness
It is no longer that beautiful town
Commerce brought it garbage
br/>At that time they talked about ranches
Of the cornfield and the rice table
Of music, dancing and singing
Of the father, the mother and God< br/>Of the sowing and harvesting of the field
Of the house, the place and love
Now they talk about terrorism
Of the peso and its devaluation
Now they talk with such pessimism
That here comes another revolution
Now instead of watching themselves
Now they watch television

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