The day you go north,
By Laredo Tamaulipas,
Look well at the big river,
If you look at the banks,
You are going to look at some crosses,
Several with withered flowers,
Crossings with names and dates,
Other only the last name,
Some say in their lyrics,
He was an unknown man,
That he was floating,
Among the waters of the river,
The heart is crushed,
You should give sadness,
Not knowing who they are,
But be certain,
That we lost an illusion,
And I drown them poverty,
[There are crossings to already in Tijuana,
And also in matamoros,
In all the guard ray,
There are thousands of testimonies,
And those poor countrymen,
That in the attempt they were,
Some died of thirst,
Others died drowned,
And all for the illusion,
From crossing to the other side,
It is not the desert that kills,
Not the water that drowns them,
It's the damn poverty,
That the poor that the poor,
Never forgive]
How many families crying,
One day they watched them leave,
They will continue to wait,
They will never be able to resign themselves,
It hurts to know about the children,
That they are running out of father,
Paisano de zacatecas,
From Jalisco or Michoacán,
From San Luis or Durango,
It does not matter from what place,
Look carefully at what you leave,
And what you are going to risk,
I always pray a prayer,
Every time I go by,
Today I ask the great Lord,
May the miracle grant me,
Which crosses please,
Do not keep increasing,
Only among all we can make this a better place :)