Mi Ranchito

I come from poverty where life is hard
From a little unpainted ranch where humility exists
I always remember mom with a rosary in her hand
Praying for my siblings to Chiquinquirá

In my ranch is the reason for my existence
A story, an experience, a family example
That cries when it's time to cry and laughs with evidence

My little ranch is like yours, that's the pure truth
I love it so much, I cradle it with infinite humility
That beloved ranch where I was born
There I have my roots, that's why I never forget it

In my little ranch there's a radio, a modest kitchen
And a virgin that illuminates my dear sanctuary
A table of little boards, a picture of the old ones
Are the beautiful memories of my dear mom

My heart is moved when a downpour falls
It clears up outside first because my ranch gets wet
We should by right or simply by being born
Be happy to have four walls and a roof