Mi Padre Mi Campeón
Los Viejones de Linares
My Father My Champion
Where the bird sings, very early rises
An early riser old man
To milk the cows, then entangling a lasso
Hangs the big-eared calf
Where there are so many trees, mesquites and white wood
There are walnut trees and oaks
Where there is always air
Is where my father lives
That peasant man
My father, my great champion, my idol my adoration
My hero of a thousand battles
I saw you fight with firmness
And the weight of poverty never saw you bend
My father, my king of swords
Your beautiful life is ending
And you are losing ground
But you are the winner, you will always be the best
Old man, you are good to me
Those arms of steel that cleared the hills
And made the land produce
Sesame plots, you got a lot of corn
The barns were full
I have never seen you cry, you are like a pedestal
A man to support me
Together with my little mother, that lovely shorty
Who helped you so much to shape me
My father, my great champion, my idol my adoration
My hero of a thousand battles
I saw you fight with firmness
And the weight of poverty never saw you bend
My father, my king of swords
Your beautiful life is ending
And you are losing ground
But you are the winner, you will always be the best
Old man, you are good to me
