Señor de Las Canas
La Dinastía de Tuzantla
Lord of the Canes
No one knows how long
He carried bitterness
As a memory of my old man
And his many adventures
His years ran out
And on his face a tangle
And he transformed his smile
Just for a grimace
If you find on your way
A man who is crying
Tell him that daily in my prayers
I am pronouncing his name
By signs he has sad eyes
And wounded his heart
He is old and with white hair
His gaze pure love
If you find on your way
A man who is crying
Tell him that daily in my prayers
I am pronouncing his name
Through a thousand paths
Of towns and old streets
Where his years ended
Where his sorrows ended
