A Volar Paloma
Insígnia
To Fly, Pigeon
A while
I was a farmer
And since
Very young
I learned
To sow
But everything
Was sadness
I lived
In poverty
I had
To change
I became
A dealer
First
Assistant
To a famous
Man
But things changed
Life
Is curious
Today
I am powerful
A lot
I walked
Working
There
In Durango
And in Zacatecas
In many
Other places
There
In Nogales
Also
Agua Prieta
From that
Prison
In Durango
Some
Years ago
I was a prisoner
But
I couldn't
Stand it
I had to escape
With my companions
I like
To have
Friends
Who are
Determined
And
Are loyal
And when
I'm
With my people
Let them play
Music
To be
Happy
Singing
I say goodbye
To the beloved
Ranch
That saw me
Born
That ranch
Of the palm
I really
Want
To see it again
