Corrido de Zapata Niño

I come to sing to you, gentlemen
A new novelty
And it's that Zapata is alive
But truly alive

When the old men talk
-- A tale that the wind carried --
They like to talk about Zapata
Who announced himself very young

The town guards his legend
With fervent devotion
It polishes it, keeps polishing it
And preserves it in a song

Then comes the 'corrido'
From an unknown singer
And so he lives among his people
What this people adored

Deed of strong men
That the revolution gave
Zapata from a very young age
Lived in a 'corrido'

He tells us and keeps saying
Some old storyteller
That Zapata very early
Aimed to be a liberator

In Anenecuilco he was
A poor town
Near Villa de Ayala
Where Zapata was born

Huts of Anenecuilco
Alley where he grew up
His serious child's body
And concentrated vigor

A legend points out
His premature intuition
A legend that the people want
And that this people molded

Being very young, he tells us
Emiliano witnessed
How the injustice of the boss
Deprived his father

Isn't the land ours?
If he was born on this land
If he played on this land
And grew up on this land

Zapata looks at his father
Whose work turned white
The old man's hands tremble
The voice trembles with anger

Zapata looks at his mother
Hiding her pain
Behind the shawl that she wears
And that the tears have already wet

Zapata, the child, doesn't understand
The boss's injustice
How do they take the land from them
When he always lived here?

Zapata child preaches
The union of the laborer
And to recover the land
That greed took away

-- Don't be foolish, said the father
The lord can do everything
The masters have everything
The Indian only has pain

Then Zapata said
With strange determination
When I grow up, the land
I will take it from the boss