José Pérez León - Los Tigres Del Norte

El era un hombre de campo

Oriundo de Nuevo León

Tenía apenas 19 años

Su nombre: José Pérez León

Tenía un primo lejano

Que de mojado se fue

Al poco tiempo le envió un telegrama

Diciendo ven pronto José

Pues un trabajo le habían encontrando

Piscando algodón como él

Y se fue, y se fue

Ahogando en llanto en el adiós

Con su mujer

Se fue, sin saber

Que de ese viaje ya jamás iba a volver

Pobre José

Cuando llegó a la frontera

Con Willy se entrevistó

Era el pollero más afamado

Y astuto de la región

Le dijo Pepe hoy estás de suerte

Mañana te cruzo yo…

La madrugada de un viernes

En una vieja estación

20 inocentes pagaban su cuota

Entre ellos José Pérez León

Y sin dudarlo a todos subieron

En el interior de un vagón

El tren cruzó al otro lado

Casi 7 horas después

Fue cuando el aire empezó a terminarse

Y ya nada pudieron hacer

Nadie escuchó aquellos gritos de auxilio

Y la puerta no quiso ceder

Uno por uno se fueron cayendo

Y asi falleció el buen José

Y se fue, y se fue

A cruzar el cielo con sus ancias de crecer

Se fue, sin saber

Que ya su esposa un hijo suyo iba a tener

Pobre José

Así termina la historia, no queda más que contar

De otro paisano que arriesga la vida

Y que muere como ilegal

De aquel José que mil sueños tenía y que a casa

Jamás volvera…

He was a country man

Native of Nuevo Leon

He was just 19 years old

His name of him: José Pérez León

He had a distant cousin

How wet it went

Shortly after, he sent her a telegram

Saying come soon José

Well, they had found a job for him

Picking cotton like him

And he's gone, and he's gone

Drowning in tears at goodbye

With his wife

He left, not knowing

That from that trip he was never going to return

poor joseph

When he reached the border

With Willy he interviewed

He was the most famous chicken

And cunning of the region

Pepe told him today you're in luck

I'll cross you tomorrow...

The dawn of a Friday

in an old station

20 innocents paid their fee

Among them Jose Perez Leon

And without hesitation they all went up

Inside a wagon

The train crossed to the other side

almost 7 hours later

It was when the air began to run out

And they couldn't do anything

No one heard those cries for help

And the door did not want to give in

One by one they fell

And that's how good José passed away

And he's gone, and he's gone

To cross the sky with his ances to grow

He left, not knowing

That his wife was going to have a child of his

poor joseph

This is how the story ends, there is nothing left to tell

From another countryman who risks his life

And that he dies as an illegal

Of that José who had a thousand dreams and who went home

He will never come back...