Almost 14 years
Without going to my homeland
Where I was born

Everything has changed
I beg my God
Don't forget about me

My mother died
And my father says
He is very old
And doesn't want to come
And I can't go
And I can't go

I worked and worked
I have many days
That I haven't seen the sun

My children are grown
And I don't understand them
They don't speak Spanish

They haven't felt fear
Those who haven't seen
An immigration van
Or a deportation
Or a deportation

With little boots and a hat, they often look at me on the freeway
Gardener, cook, I still hustle, they'll say "anyways"
And even if they look down on me, I lift my face while tipping a bit
Anyway, I'm a friend and also a Mexican
Mexican to the core

And with much affection, from Calibre 50
A corrido for all the people

Life is not easy and less so here
What they say is not true
Just to remember, the thousands of crosses
That I saw in the desert

The nights are sad
Thinking and thinking about those who stayed
Time passes me by
And to see my old man
And to see my old man

More than grateful, I am with my God
For what he has given me
I send a greeting to all my cousins
My uncles and brothers

With sad eyes
And tired step, Juanito promises
That he will visit them
And be able to hug them
And be able to hug them

With little boots and a hat, they often look at me on the freeway
Gardener, cook, I still hustle, they'll say "anyways"
And even if they look down on me, I lift my face while tipping a bit
Anyway, I'm a friend and also a Mexican
Mexican to the core

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