El Es Mi Apa

Since I was a child I liked corridos
Listening to those songs provokes emotions in me
Today I want to dedicate this corrido
To a great man I've known since I was a child

He wakes up very early from bed
And gets ready for work, doesn't matter if it's Sunday
Loosening the roosters with the shovel
And forming them again with the gourd

There goes your dad, says my mom
Poor old man didn't have breakfast
Go over there, take him bread
Because he might faint from hunger

In the afternoon when the sun shines directly
With sweat on his cheeks, I see him coming slowly
When you come tired and hungry
With the wind against you, it doesn't feel very nice

At night, like everyone who works
Chatting and joking with his children
The anecdotes when they were little
Transported us to other towns, other places

He taught me to work
It's the inheritance that could secure me
He is my dad, I want to clarify
Whenever you want, I can introduce you to him