(Who knows the reporter Sanchez Lara?
Well, here? nobody of us are aware)
I am living in the mountains, thinking that they do not find me
Because the laws follow me, like any criminal
For having written in the press, the mamas of a president
Looking for smugglers, the feds found me,
I told them I'm a journalist, and they saw my credentials
They turned out to be very noble, because they did not want to take me
There are people who do work, to serve my Homeland
Others pretending to help him, turn out to be rats
And when someone discovers them, if they do not lock him they kill him
They devalued the currency, before dollars changed
From night to morning, few millionaires are
While the town is sinking, it does not reach the salary
I am a reporter and I write, only what has happened,
Mexico is a great country, and there is no denying it
Well, they have stolen it for three centuries, and they have not finished it
The sack comes to everyone, if they are filling the backpack
Do not take the money, to another part to keep,
If they get rich in Mexico, here? they must spend it
Only among all we can make this a better place :)