Mom, what is this I'm feeling?
It's a pain that hurts deep inside
I went searching for fortune and left my town
It's hard seeing how time has passed
Don't let grandma know I'm crying
That parts of her stayed on my skin
That even though I'm far away, for now
Tell her to wait 'cause I'm coming again
To sit with my homies from the hood
To my home, the one that saw me born
Don't tell my land I miss it
Just tell it I'm dying to return
That I'm dying to return
That I'm dying to return
That I'm dying to return
That I'm dying to return
To my little home that I miss
To the little land that loves me
And to the little land I love the most
The one that never hurts me
The one that's seen me since I was a kid
And gave my ancestors work
Yellow the sun, blue the sky
Red the blood of my grandparents
How it hurts every time I fly
And what a joy every time I return
What a blessing to step on your soil
Beautiful little home of my dreams
It's a pride to be Colombian
But it's f*cking awesome to be from Antioquia
That I'm dying to return
That I'm dying to return
That I'm dying to return
That I'm dying to return
That I'm dying to return
That I'm dying to return, ay, ay
That I'm dying to return
That I'm dying to return, ay, ay
Hey, this whole song, this whole album
And everything that's reflected here
Is dedicated to all the young kids
To all the youth of Medellín, of Colombia, of Latin America
So they know that with discipline, with work
With effort, with sacrifice
We can achieve our dreams
I was dying to come back
Dying to return to my land
To my home, to my family, to my friends
My people, to my music, to my essence
I was dying to go back to being Juan Luis
Without you, I'd be absolutely nobody