La Jaula De Oro - Los Tigres Del Norte

Aqui estoy establecido,

En los Estados Unidos,

Diez aos pasaron ya,

En que cruce de mojado,

Papeles no he arreglado,

Sigo siendo un ilegal,

Tengo mi esposa y mis hijos,

Que me ls traje muy chicos,

Y se han olvidado ya,

De mi MEXICO querido,

Del que yo nunca me olvido,

Y no puedo regresar,

De que me sirve el dinero,

Si estoy como prisionero,

Dentro desta gran nacion,

Cuando me acuerdo hasta lloro,

Aunque la jaula sea de oro,

No deja de ser prision,

«Y ESCUCHAME HIJO,

TE GUSTARIA QUE REGRESARAMOS A VIVIR A MEXICO,»

What’s talkin about dad,

I don’t wanna go back to MEXICO,

No way dad,

Mis hijos no hablan conmigo,

Otro idioma han aprendido,

Y olvidado el espaol,

Piensan como americanos,

Niegan que son MEXICANO

Auque tengan mi color,

De mi trabajo a mi casa,

No se lo que me pasa,

Que aunque soy hombre de hogar,

Casi no salgo a la calle,

Pues tengo miedo que me hallen,

Y me pueden deportar,

De que me sirve el dinero,

Si estoy como prisionero,

Dentro desta gran nacion,

Cuando me acuerdo hasta lloro,

Aunque la jaula sea de oro,

No deja de ser prision,

Here I am established

In the U.S,

Ten years have passed

In what wet crossing,

Papers I have not fixed,

I'm still an illegal

I have my wife and my children,

That I brought very guys,

And they have already forgotten,

From my dear MEXICO,

Which I never forget

And I can't go back

What use is money to me?

If I am as a prisoner,

Within this great nation,

When I remember I even cry,

Although the cage is made of gold,

It does not stop being a prison,

"AND LISTEN TO ME SON,

WOULD YOU LIKE US TO COME BACK TO LIVE IN MEXICO,»

What's talkin about dad,

I don't wanna go back to MEXICO,

no way dad,

My kids don't talk to me

They have learned another language

And forgetting Spanish,

They think like Americans

They deny that they are MEXICAN

Although they have my color,

From my work to my home,

I do not know what's happening to me,

That although I am a man of the home,

I hardly go out on the street,

Well, I'm afraid they'll find me

And they can deport me,

What use is money to me?

If I am as a prisoner,

Within this great nation,

When I remember I even cry,

Although the cage is made of gold,

It does not stop being a prison,