Mi Pueblo
Ecos del Rocío Lyrics
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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
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.
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
Contributed by Bentley B. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@franciscojosecastro5548
Viva mi ecos del rocioo.....naci escuchandolos y seguire toda mi vida escuchandolos ...gracias x tantas emociones y wenos ratosss..ecos x siempre😍😍😍
@SaturninaLoboGonzalez
Son los mejores
@reglabarba7824
Oleeee ,Vivaaa Rota ,y mi Puerto de Santa María ,,
@juancarlosgomezlozano7129
Mi.pueblo.
@juancarlosgomezlozano7129
Eco
Del.rocio.