My father was a mule driver, from Jacona Michoacán,
My father was a farmer, my mother, the same,
Sowing the land from sun up to sun down,
My brother Lupe the eldest says, who was a hard-working man
Who was full of inspiration,
Parácuaro, Parácuaro, a small town witness to so much pain
You who saw the birth of Virginia, Lupe,
To Pablo, to Miguel and to Gabriel
You who saw my mother die,
Waiting for my father who did not know about him
I still don't know, nor where my dad's grave is
Some say that in Mexico, and others that in Michoacán,
Some say that he has not died, and others that he no longer lives
Parácuaro, Parácuaro, a small town that witnessed so much pain
You who saw the birth of Virginia, Lupe,
To Pablo, Miguel and Gabriel
You who saw my mother die,
Waiting for my father who did not know of the
Sowing the earth from sun to sun
Sowing the earth from sun to sun
Sowing the earth from sun to sun
Sowing the earth from sun to sun
From sun to sun, from sun to sun, from sun to sun, from sun to sun
Sowing the earth from sun to sun
Sowing the earth from sun to sun
Sowing the earth from sun to sun
Sowing the earth from sun to sun
From sun to sun, from sun to sun, from sun to sun, from sun to sun

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