Cruzando El Mar

Returning to where I used to hide
On the shore, I stayed
And I asked the sea
The mysteries it held

And the breeze told me
That on very distant shores
All the men would leave
Only the children would cry

I go with my canoe
To cross the sea
The crying children
I will console

I go with my canoe
To cross the sea
The crying children
I will console

With a fucking gun
And in Saltillo the path of war with war
Cumbia, cumbia

The wind also spoke to me
Of a very burning land
Harvested by pain
And devastated by death

Sailor fisherman
You who know the fate
With a star of love
And for the crying of the children

I go with my canoe
To cross the sea
The crying children
I will console

I go with my canoe
To cross the sea
The crying children
I will console