Canto del Bracero - Pedro Infante

Cuando yo me fui pa’l Norte

Me colé por California

Yo no tenía cartilla

Ni pasaporte, ni amigos

Ni palancas en migración

Pero me colé con resolución

Recorrí varios estados de la

Unión Americana

En Arizona y Texas y por Louisiana

Siempre sentí la falta de

Estimación

Es que dicen que es discriminación

Ay que triste es la vida

Que triste vida es la del bracero

Ay cuanta decepción, cuanta desolación

Lejos de nuestros padres

Y de la novia y del compañero

Dan ganas de llorar, con solo recordar

Al pasar por Minnesota, y por

Cleveland, Ohio

Cuanto le suspiré al Rancho del Pitayo

Rancho que abandoné por aventurar

Y al pensar en él, quise regresar

Si tu piensas ir, detente

O si estas allá regresa

Donde está tu terruño y

Está tu gente

Y el rinconcito aquel que te vió nacer

Donde está el amor que puedes perder

When I went to the North

I sneaked through California

I did not have a card

No passport, no friends

Neither levers in migration

But I snuck in with resolve

I toured several states of the

American Union

In Arizona and Texas and throughout Louisiana

I always felt the lack of

Estimate

It is that they say it is discrimination

Oh how sad life is

What a sad life is that of the bracero

Oh how much disappointment, how much desolation

away from our parents

And the girlfriend and the partner

They make you want to cry, just by remembering

Passing through Minnesota, and through

Cleveland, Ohio

How much I longed for the Rancho del Pitayo

Ranch that I abandoned to venture

And thinking of him, I wanted to return

If you think to go, stop

Or if you are there come back

Where is your homeland and

are your people

And the little corner that saw you born

Where is the love that you can lose