Carlos Vives
Miscellaneous
The Good Times
My grandparents' house
for the years of childhood
I dreamed of so many stories
that couldn't fit in the bed
The story of an English train
that bewitched the region
because the soccer ball
that in those years it arrived
The story of an English train
that bewitched the region
and a football match
that ended three to two
The train leaves from Santa Marta
Ciénaga looks asleep
from RÃo FrÃo to Aracataca
where my grandfather farms
Fundación is already celebrating
the train is coming asking for a way
the vallenata songs
they can be heard in the distance
At last modern times
the ladies commented
like those in Europe
which is so missed
For my grandfather it was progress
that the burden relieved him
and on that iron mule
I dreamed of other times
For my grandfather it was progress< br/>and that made him happy
living through the bad times
he called it the good times
The train leaves at dawn
and the whole town is awake
and the whistle sings to the wind
announcing the morning
The snow clears
and that gives me feeling
The bad hours are gone
the train of good times