I listen to sones from the Huasteca,
and I cry while smiling;
they make me dream, imagine and remember.
Old black and white movies, the golden era of Mexican cinema,
Saturday afternoon with my grandparents
and a feeling of happiness.
I love this music, el falsete of the singer.
I think of Mexico and its mountains,
of my childhood,
of my Abue and Avi,
I cry of happiness because I love this music so much.