El Mayor De Los Villares by Ariel Camacho Y Los Plebes Del Rancho (english translation)
Now I understand
He always wanted to advise
When I remember I laugh
What reason did my father have?
He was leaving for a while
To 'fix our food
What he did for us
My mother understood
Doing agave did not feel the heat
I looked after my carnal for being the oldest
The village of Villares
Of the children of Don Ángel
My Mother always takes care of us with love
My Father was a farmer farmer
Nobility and respect
The old man instilled us ..
(Music)
What pride to be born poor
How comfortable sleeping on a cot
While there were beans
We were not afraid of hunger
That town of the Cold River
Where the sheep landed
Where childhood was hard
It was my cradle Zacatecas
6 years old pastured animals
At 15 he already had big ambitions
The metal factory
He made a blood pact
We stumbled to stumble
Today I would like my apá to be here
How we miss you
To Mr. Ángel DEL Villar
Only among all we can make this a better place :)