El Hijo Del Mojado

In my own handwriting, my eldest son
A letter arrived in my hands
It says: Go back to the town
Because my mother is no longer at home
Because there in your wetback ambition
Because of you, I had to take the hit

They killed my younger brother
And my sister is with a soldier
The money she sends regularly
That's the one I've taken advantage of
I spent it to pay for my studies
I've been a lawyer for a long time

I'm ashamed to carry your last name
And for the town to point fingers at my mother
Because of your wetback ambition
With that alone, why do I need a father
Either come back or keep being a wetback
Let my mother continue on her own

This letter is for you, my son
And take advantage of the lawyer position
Never forget that it was efforts
From your father who has been a wetback
I pray to heaven for God to forgive me
For your mother, the path she has taken

I'm glad you're a lawyer
And sad for what your mother is
Here in Houston, I told the wetbacks
That my son was a lawyer
But with how tenderly you express yourself
What's the point of you studying

When the letters are missing, it's painful
Even more so when you're a wetback
If you're ashamed to carry my last name
Take advantage of being a graduate
Tell the town that you're changing your name
With the great desired last name