El corrido de Juanito [English translation]

It has been almost 14 years

since I was in my homeland,

where I was born.

Now everything's different

and I pray to God

they never forget me.

My mother died

and my father says

that he is really old now

and he doesn't want to come,

and I can't go there,

and I can't go there.

I've been working and working,

I haven't seen

the sun for days.

My sons are grown ups now

and I can't understand them

because they don't speak Spanish.

You don't know what fear is

if you have never seen

a van

an Inmigration van

or a deportation,

or a deportation.

Wearing my little boots and my hat

they see me often

by the freeway.

Gardener, cook,

I do it all the same.

They'll say "anyway"1.

And even if they look down at me

I keep my head up

while I drink from a bottle.

Either way I'm a good friend

and a Mexican,

Mexican to the bone.

Life is not easy,

much less here,

what they say it's not true.

Just remembering

the thousand crosses

I saw in the desert.

Nights are sad,

thinking over and over

about the ones who left behind

the time passes.

And thinking about seeing my old man,

about seeing my old man.

I am more than grateful

to God

for everything he has given me.

I say hi

to all my cousins,

my uncles and my brothers.

With sad eyes

and tired steps,

Juanito promises

he will be visiting them

and hugging them,

and hugging them.

Wearing my little boots and my hat

they see me often

by the freeway.

Gardener, cook,

I do it all the same.

They'll say "anyway"

And even if they look down at me

I keep my head up

while I drink from a bottle.

Either way I'm a good friend

and a Mexican,

Mexican to the bone.

1. In english in the original.

• Artist:Calibre 50