Rifaré Mi Suerte
Los Tigres del Norte
I Will Raffle My Luck
Now that I find myself far away
From the land where I was born
Oh, my dear parents
How much they have suffered for me
Poor mother of mine
How many pieces of advice she gave me
With tears in her eyes
She bestowed her blessings upon me
Don't cry anymore, dear mother
I know I make you suffer
Let me raffle my luck
I am seeking a future
I also left my sweetheart
Whom I promised to return to
I know well that she waits for me
God will grant it to me
Miraculous Virgin
You know well my suffering
On my knees I will go to see you
If you grant me to return
