Mi Pueblo
Ecos del Rocío Lyrics


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I
Cuando mi pueblo se mece
Con las olitas del mar
Un hombre tira sus redes
A ver qué puede pescar.

Y los campesinos
Van con sus gorrillas
A las besanas a sembrar
Mi pueblo huele a tintilla
A hurta y tierra labrá'

Cuando vuelvo de cantar
Allí donde acaba el campo
Justo donde empieza el mar
Tengo un pueblecito blanco
Que no lo cambio por ná'

II
Es el beso de una madre
Que alumbra mi caminar
Crece un árbol donde nace
Y nadie lo puede arrancar.

Qué bellas mujeres
Hombres de palabra
Paredes blancas de cal
Mi pueblo huele a almadraba
A marisma y agua salá'

III
Una puerta, una ventana
Una chavala arreglá'
Y qué guapa se asomaba




Cuando la iba a buscar.

Y los marineros
Con sus candilejas
Se alumbran en altamar
Mi pueblo huele a salema
Y a uva recién cortá'

IV
To' el que pasa por mi pueblo
Lo llora cuando se va
Tiene los brazos abiertos
Pa' to' el que quiera llegar.

Al llegar el alba
Rota se ha dormío
Y se quiso despertar
Cuando Ecos del Rocío
Regresaba de cantar.

Overall Meaning

The song "Mi Pueblo" by Ecos del Rocío paints a vivid picture of the singer's hometown and its unique scents, sounds, and sights. The lyrics describe a town nestled between the sea and the countryside, where fishermen cast their nets and farmers sow their fields. The singer speaks lovingly of the town's simple beauty, with its whitewashed walls, pretty women, and sturdy men of honor. The scent of tintilla wine, freshly tilled earth, and briny sea air all combine to make the town a unique and beloved place that the singer would never trade for anything.


The song also speaks to the deep emotional attachment that the singer and other residents of the town feel toward it. The town is a living entity, cared for by generations of families who have built their lives and livelihoods there. The singer describes the town's open-armed welcome to all who come to visit, with its people always ready to embrace anyone who wants to share in their way of life. For the singer, the town is a treasure that will always hold a special place in his heart.


Overall, "Mi Pueblo" is a heartfelt tribute to a special place that has shaped the singer's identity and given him a sense of belonging. The song celebrates the town's people, its unique blend of rural and coastal elements, and the deep sense of community that binds them all together.


Line by Line Meaning

Cuando mi pueblo se mece Con las olitas del mar Un hombre tira sus redes A ver qué puede pescar.
When my town sways With the sea waves A man throws his net To see what he can catch.


Y los campesinos Van con sus gorrillas A las besanas a sembrar Mi pueblo huele a tintilla A hurta y tierra labrá'
And the farmers Go with their baskets To sow the fields My town smells of red wine Of orchards and worked soil.


Cuando vuelvo de cantar Allí donde acaba el campo Justo donde empieza el mar Tengo un pueblecito blanco Que no lo cambio por ná'
When I return from singing Where the fields end Right where the sea begins I have a little white town That I wouldn't trade for anything.


Es el beso de una madre Que alumbra mi caminar Crece un árbol donde nace Y nadie lo puede arrancar.
It's a mother's kiss That brightens my path A tree grows where I was born And nobody can uproot it.


Qué bellas mujeres Hombres de palabra Paredes blancas de cal Mi pueblo huele a almadraba A marisma y agua salá'
How beautiful are the women Men of their word Whitewashed walls My town smells of the tuna traps Of the marsh and salty water.


Una puerta, una ventana Una chavala arreglá' Y qué guapa se asomaba Cuando la iba a buscar.
A door, a window A well-dressed girl And how pretty she looked When I went to find her.


Y los marineros Con sus candilejas Se alumbran en altamar Mi pueblo huele a salema Y a uva recién cortá'
And the sailors With their lanterns They light up at sea My town smells of salema fish And freshly picked grapes.


To' el que pasa por mi pueblo Lo llora cuando se va Tiene los brazos abiertos Pa' to' el que quiera llegar.
Everyone who passes through my town Cries when they leave It has open arms For anyone who wants to arrive.


Al llegar el alba Rota se ha dormío Y se quiso despertar Cuando Ecos del Rocío Regresaba de cantar.
At dawn's arrival Rota has fallen asleep And wanted to wake up When Ecos del Rocío Returned from singing.




Writer(s): Miguel Gonzalez Rizo

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