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Noble Engaño

Joaquin tenia 15 años, Pedro tenia 16
Iban a Estados Unidos, salieron de Monterrey
Traian grandes ilusiones, de tanto que oian hablar
De llegar a Houston Texas, y ponerse a trabajar

A Joquin se le hizo facil, el río grande cruzar
Pero el río iba crecido y no lo pudo lograr
Pedro lloraba el fracaso, casi perdio la razón
Al ver a su hermano ahogarse, en ese río traidor

Un año cumple mi hermano, que el cielo lo recogio
Mis pobres padres no saben, que a Houston jamas llego
Yo me hago pasar por el, cuando a mis padres escribo
No les digo la verdad, ellos piensan que esta vivo

Despues de una larga ausencia
Yo regreso dispuesto a contarles todo
Todo lo que encierro aqui en mi pecho
Mi pobre madre llorando, me abrazaba y me besaba
Has vuelto al fin hijo mio, y sus lagrimas rodaban
Y al preguntar por Joaquin una sonrisa fingi
Tuve que seguir fingiendo para no verla sufrir

Yo me hago pasar por el, cuando a mis padres escribo
No les digo la verdad, ellos piensan que esta vivo

Noble Deception

Joaquin was 15 years old, Pedro was 16, my love.
They were going to the United States, they left Monterrey.
They had big dreams, from so much they heard tell,
Of arriving in Houston, Texas, and getting to work.

For Joaquin, it seemed easy, to cross the Rio Grande,
But the river was swollen and he couldn't make it.
Pedro cried over the failure, he almost lost his mind,
Seeing his brother drown, in that treacherous river.

A year has passed since my brother, was taken by heaven.
My poor parents don't know, that he never made it to Houston.
I pretend to be him, when I write to my parents.
I don't tell them the truth, they think he's still alive.

After a long absence,
I returned ready to tell them everything,
Everything I hold here in my chest.
My poor mother crying, hugged and kissed me.
You've finally returned, my son, and her tears rolled down.
And when she asked about Joaquin, I faked a smile.
I had to keep pretending, so as not to see her suffer.

I pretend to be him, when I write to my parents.
I don't tell them the truth, they think he's still alive.