El Santo de Los Mojados
Los Tigres del Norte
The Saint of the Wetbacks
In the name of the father and the son
In the name of your Holy Spirit
Give me the protection of your cloak
Grant us, Lord, I ask you
To reach the United States
Don't let me go back to hell
Which the government turns my country into
May your shadow blind
Those who persecute us
Who try to prevent us from arriving
But they don't succeed
Send your radiance, Lord
Through seas and deserts
So that neither the cold nor the heat
Cause more deaths
We are in danger
Of losing our lives
And we can't stay here, there's no other way out
Saint Peter, you are the patron saint
Of all the wetbacks
Grant legalization to the undocumented
But if in my disastrous hour
I am left lying on the road
If I don't get to kiss my mother again
And don't return to my children
Lord Saint Peter, I entrust myself to you
Give me your blessing and comfort
And to those like me who are dying
May you open the gates of heaven for them
The shadow of divine Saint Peter
Must take care of us on the way
I ask for peace because when I invoke you
May your protection be on my side
Protect us from assailants
Smugglers and other criminals
Allow us to jump the wire
Because our children are dying of hunger
