El Niño De La Calle

How I remember that child...
how sad he came towards me...with a cute face
annoying and complaining to me like this:

(You who sing corridos because
does not sing a story of my I am
the unspeakable child they despise
here I am the street child who
fight to live).

(And I came to the border without wanting to
come dragged by my parents
dial for a future for me
I wouldn't have come I was happy
Where was it)

(I had 3 grandparents... my cousins with whom I played
a dog and a turkey and a
stream in which I swam
my little sister had not died
"apa" and my "ama" adored each other)

A trip in the morning after
having gone to mass my "papa" gave him
to the family that sad news
I can't stand poverty anymore
we're going to the other side

I want to raise some money though
whether it's wet, it's up to you
children he told me almost smiling
life is very heavy like
We are living it and I am
I want so much I have to find the occasion
so that they grow with very
good education

A week later on the trip he died
my little sister had pneumonia
He lacked medicine and money.
There was no longer my "mistress" too
of sadness for a little while and we
died

We just arrived at the border
my mom is really sad
dear here came to get sick and my
"apa" he told us, swearing that he was going to
lucahr non-stop for the states
united very soon make us cross...

My grandparents stayed in my house
very..very far but here I carry in my soul
the tears of my parents... here when to play...
school then later...

Now I started a new job... now I am
a fire eater... that stinky tobacco and the
dust and blemishes here are the main things
pa' gabachos and gabachas that if my boss tells me
See it makes me laugh because I'm sad how I'm leaving
educating in the midst of age...

My father crossed that fence... he made an oyo below
Sad, very serious, he told me, I'll order you there.
I'm going to look for your mom
work already completed 10 years and ago
three went to hell and I want to do it
I have been in charge since this day, I swear, but no.
I can alone...

It's really hard for me, I'm already dying
for believing in myself that I am
short money... where it is and if it is left
I grab it... there's my "papa's" damned varda
we knew nothing and will never realize
We suffer so much for him, we miss him all the time.

They must have killed him if they hadn't been
That's why he wouldn't have abandoned me...