It was a seven of January there by Michoacan
In Paracuaro near Apatzingan
Under a burning sun you were born Alberto
It is sure that a jilgero some classes gave you
The student to the Master if he surpassed
That is very true is true Alberto
Chorus: your music grew, music, our music
thanks to heaven, you were born Alberto
Chasing your star they saw you roll
I know that more than one pain made you sob
I cry the music you cried Alberto
There is divine justice and you were fulfilled
That dream of your soul is already realized
Your music arrived Alberto arrived
Chorus: live the music, your music, our music
grew your music, music, our music
Live life and live Alberto
Live the music, your music, our music
grew your music, music, our music
Live life and live Alberto
Live the life that Alberto lives
Only among all we can make this a better place :)