El Plebeyo
Pedro Infante
The Commoner
The night already covers with its black crepe
The city streets crossed by people
With slow action
The artificial light with weak projection
Favors the shadow that hides in its darkness
Vengeance and betrayal
After working, he returns to his humble home
Luis Enrique, the commoner, the son of the people
The man who knew how to love
And who is suffering from that infamous law
Of loving an aristocrat while being a commoner
Trembling with emotion, he says in his song
Love, being human, has something divine
Loving is not a crime because even God loved
And if affection is pure and desire is sincere
Why do they want to steal the faith of the heart?
My blood, though common, also stains red
The soul where my incomparable love resides
She of noble birth and I a humble commoner
The blood is not different, nor is the heart
Lord, why are beings not of equal worth?
