Текст и перевод песни Vagon Chicano - El Hijo Del Mojado

El Hijo Del Mojado

Puño y letra, el mayor de mis hijos,
Una carta a mis manos llegaba
Donde dice; regresate al pueblo,
Que mi madre ya no esta en la casa,
Porque alla en tu ambicion de mojado,
Por tu culpa, agarro la paseada

A mi hermano menor lo mataron,
Y mi hermana anda con un soldado,
El dinero que manda seguido,
Ese si que yo lo he aprovechado,
Lo gaste pa′ pagar mis estudios,
Hace tiempo que soy abogado

Me avergüenzo llevar tu apeido,
Y que el pueblo señale a mi madre,
Porque alla en tu ambicion de mojado,
Ya con eso, pa' que quiero padre
Ya regresa o sigue de mojado,
Que mi madre siga por su lado

La presente es para usted mi hijo,
Y aproveche el puesto de abogado,
Nunca olvide que fueron esfuerzos,
De su padre que ha sido un mojado,
Rumbo al cielo que Dios me perdone,
Por su madre, el rumbo que ha tomado

Me da gusto que seas abogado,
Y tristeza por lo que es tu madre,
Aqui en Houston, conte a los mojados,
Que mi hijo era un abogado,
Pero con lo tierno que te expresas,
De que sirve que hayas estudiado

Cuando faltan las letras, se sufre,
Mucho mas andando de mojado
Si te apena llevar mi apeido,
Aprovecha que eres licenciado,
Dile al pueblo que cambias tu nombre,
Con el gran apeido deseado

Son of a Wetback

In my own handwriting, my firstborn son,
A letter arrived in my hands
Saying, "Come back to the village,
My mother is no longer home,"
Because there in your dreams to be a wetback,
Because of you, she felt the pain

My younger brother was killed,
And my sister is sleeping with a soldier,
The money you have often sent,
That is what I have made use of,
I spent it to pay for my education,
I've been a lawyer for a long time

I'm ashamed to bear your last name,
And for the village to point at my mother,
Because there in your dreams to be a wetback,
With that, what do I want with a father
You come back or keep being a wetback,
So that my mother can continue on her own

This is for you, my son,
And take advantage of your position as a lawyer,
Never forget that it was with the sacrifice,
Of your father who was a wetback,
On my way to heaven, may God forgive me,
For your mother, the path she has taken

I'm glad that you are a lawyer,
And sad about your mother,
Here in Houston, I told the wetbacks,
That my son was a lawyer,
But with the tenderness you express yourself,
What good is it that you have studied

When letters are missing, we suffer,
Even more so walking as a wetback
If it shames you to bear my last name,
Take advantage of your law degree,
Tell the village that you are changing your name,
To the great last name you so desire