Lupe Rubalcaba

The dawn is coming, it looks like dawn is breaking
I want to make a ballad, about the great Lupe Rubalcaba
What he had been waiting for a long time was granted by the law

78 in October, 18 in the early morning
When the law enforcement fell, without giving him any time
They took him to prison, like a caged beast

So much wandering around the world, through different paths
From Guerrero to Monterrey, and there in the United States
From Chicago to New York, in constant danger

You had to arrive alone, like a deer to the watering hole
To his beloved Cerralvo, he arrived from a long journey
If there's no way to escape
You have to endure the courage

Your friends will miss you, those who esteem and appreciate you
Your loves will cry, while you serve your sentence
But there are worse things
Only death is absence

Goodbye beloved little town, from Cerralvo, Nuevo León
I dream of walking your streets
Because now I am in prison
And I miss my family, and everything I love