A muchos años

We planted a little tree
To take care of it very well
And we watered it with tears
And laughter from each one

Many years later it's big
And vigorous as well
And if one day it has to die
It will die standing

Its leaves are the applause
Its fruits our support
Its trunk is of 12 lives
And 4 voices as well

Its beating is golden
Like the metal of a bugle
Its heart is red
And that's what makes it live
I am the voice that brings moments of
Romance and nostalgia
That brings perfume, that brings perfume
And brings fragrance

I, for my part, bring moments of
Memories and longing
Of that affection, of that affection
That cannot be reached

And here I am to give it
Feeling and give it life
To every note that comes out of my chest and my voice

I am the moment of tears and emotion
I am the moment of joy and passion
I am that fiery verse
For any heart

And I am the joy of dancing
I have in me that rhythm to enjoy
For me, sadness did not exist
If we have to love and laugh, here I am

I am the happy part to enjoy
And find happiness (repeat)

"Dreams, illusions, desires, hopes,
Are the foundations of something that sometimes is not realized,
Or simply collapses, but when to those foundations
Will and perseverance are added,
There has to be that something, and that something that is everything,
We have been given faith, affection, and applause that
You beautiful audience have placed in our hearts for many years. Thank you, a thousand thanks for continuing to support us in your taste, for continuing to believe in us, in our songs, and thank you for having made Sonora Santanera that tree that rooted in each of us its members, and only time will tell when it will die."

Its beating is golden
Like the metal of a bugle
Its heart is red
And that's what makes it live... (repeat)