My father was a muleteer, from Jacona Michoacán,
My father was a peasant, my mother, equally,
Sowing the land from sun to sun,
My older brother Lupe says that he was a hard worker
That he was full of inspiration,
Parácuaro, Parácuaro, small town witness of so much pain
You who saw Virginia born, Lupe,
To Pablo, to Miguel and to Gabriel
You who saw my mother die,
Waiting for my father who did not know about him
I still do not know, nor where is the grave of my dad
Some say that in Mexico, and others in Michoacán,
Some say he has not died, and others that he does not live anymore
Parácuaro, Parácuaro, small town witness of so much pain
You who saw Virginia born, Lupe,
To Pablo, to Miguel and to Gabriel
You who saw my mother die,
Waiting for my father who did not know about him
Sowing the land from sun to sun
Sowing the land from sun to sun
Sowing the land from sun to sun
Sowing the land from sun to sun
From sun to sun, from sun to sun, from sun to sun, from sun to sun
Sowing the land from sun to sun
Sowing the land from sun to sun
Sowing the land from sun to sun
Sowing the land from sun to sun
From sun to sun, from sun to sun, from sun to sun, from sun to sun
Only among all we can make this a better place :)