José Luis Perales (born January 28, 1945 in Castejón-Cuenca, Spain) is a ta… Read Full Bio ↴José Luis Perales (born January 28, 1945 in Castejón-Cuenca, Spain) is a talented singer and composer who has presented part of his extensive work in Carnegie Hall, New York. Since tender age, he showed his pasion for music, and at age 6, he learned how to play the lute. At 16, Perales studied to be an Electrical Engineer at the Universidad Laboral of Sevilla as scholarship student. He joined the university tuna and learned how to play the guitar. And it was then when he knew that music was going to be a big part of his life. After university, Perales went to Madrid where he finished his studies and continued with his music. His first opportunity was as a composer because he did not like to sing and did not want problems with his girlfriend, Manuela. Encouraged by her mother, Mariana, Perales sang in his hometown and some local festivals. However, it is not until he met Rafael Trabucchelli (main Spanish music producer of the time) in 1970 that his career changed totally. Trabucchelli tried to convince Perales to sing but did not succeed. Perales composed "Porque Te Vas" ("Because You're Leaving") performed by Jeanette, which sold 4 million copies worldwide in 1972, and this is how Trabucchelli finally persuaded him to sing. Perales humbly admitted that it was luck what allowed him to succeed. As a home-loving family man, he had trouble adaping himself to his new life and leaving his current job to dedicate himself to his new career. Despite of his success, Perales is still a humble family man who still lives in Castejon with his now wife, Manuela, which whom he has a son and a daughter, Pablo and Maria. Perales has recorded 27 record productions with more than 50 million copies sold worldwide. His compositions have been recorded by singers such as Raphael, Rocio Jurado, Jeanette, Miguel Bose, Isabel Pantoja, Julio Iglesias, Paloma San Basilio, Mocedades, and La Oreja de Van Gogh among others. His concert tours have included countries such as Uruguay, Mexico, Venezuela, Colombia, Argentina, Puerto Rico, the USA, Brazil, Italy, France, Portugal. He just recently had a concert in the famous Kodak Theatre in Los Angeles and will be moving eastward across the USA on his tour. He does not come to America very often but when he does, the seats are full. He has also created a wonderful song called "Que canten los niños"

Mi Lugar
José Luis Perales Lyrics

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Días que pasan así, sin más ni más,
contemplando la lluvia al caer
en el cristal.
Nubes pintadas de gris se van, se van
y en el campo se escucha el gorrión
cantar, cantar.

Allí

donde el hombre y la mies se madura al sol
donde luce el candil y se para el reloj
donde brilla la luz y se duerme la noche.
Tierra marrón, paredes de cal
primavera sin sol, visitantes de bar,
aprendices de amor, labradores marchar
y campanas de iglesia.
Mi lugar,
mi verdad,
mi calor.

Y unas mujeres al sol, lavar, lavar
una bota de vino, un zurrón
y andar, andar.
Una caricia de amor,
temblar, temblar
y unos labios que quieren reir
para olvidar.

Allí
donde el hombre y la mies se madura al sol
donde luce el candil y se para el reloj
donde brilla la luz y se duerme la noche.
Tierra marrón, paredes de cal
primavera sin sol, visitantes de bar,
aprendices de amor, labradores marchar
y campanas de iglesia.
Mi lugar,

mi verdad,
mi calor.

Overall Meaning

In Jose Luis Perales's song "Mi Lugar," the singer reminisces about a place that represents his truth and warmth. He describes days passing by without much happening, where he watches the rain falling on the window pane and grey clouds moving away to reveal a sparrow singing in the countryside. For him, this represents a natural, simple life that brings him peace.

He then goes on to describe this place that holds such importance to him. Here, men work the land in the sun, illuminating it with oil lamps and stopping the clock as they go about their day. There is no sun in spring, but visitors still come to the bar, and lovers and farmers pass through. The church bells ring, and it is a place that brings him comfort and happiness.

The last verse speaks of women washing clothes in the sun, a wine bottle and sack, and walking. There is also the touch of love, the trembling of lips that crave to laugh and forget the troubles of the world. In this place, a simple and natural life is being lived, and it provides solace to the singer.

Line by Line Meaning

Días que pasan así, sin más ni más, contemplando la lluvia al caer en el cristal.
Days that pass aimlessly, watching the rain fall on the window pane.

Nubes pintadas de gris se van, se van y en el campo se escucha el gorrión cantar, cantar.
Painted grey clouds drift away, and in the countryside you can hear the sparrow's song.

Allí donde el hombre y la mies se madura al sol donde luce el candil y se para el reloj donde brilla la luz y se duerme la noche.
There, where man and the harvest ripen in the sun, where the lantern shines and the clock stops, where light shines and night sleeps.

Tierra marrón, paredes de cal primavera sin sol, visitantes de bar aprendices de amor, labradores marchar y campanas de iglesia.
Brown soil, walls of lime, sunless spring, patrons of the bar, lovers in training, farmers in motion, and church bells.

Mi lugar, mi verdad, mi calor.
My place, my truth, my warmth.

Y unas mujeres al sol, lavar, lavar una bota de vino, un zurrón y andar, andar.
And women in the sun washing, washing a wine bottle, a bag and walking, walking.

Una caricia de amor, temblar, temblar y unos labios que quieren reir para olvidar.
A loving caress, shivering, shivering, and lips that want to laugh to forget.

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Comments from YouTube:

fernando suarez

13y↑3

Que hermosa poesía...me recuerda mi niñez ,cuando vivía en el campo y jugaba muy feliz con mi perro,escuchaba las historias de los campesinos...mi casa humilde,mi madre,mi chacra..solo me basta recordar y llorar...