The bearded men came on boats<br>
and everyone said, "the gods have come"<br>

now the 'wetbacks' go up north but nobody says: "welcome brothers"<br>

If the dollar calls us the 'raza' keeps goin'<br>
If the gringo asks for it, it suits the 'paisa'<br>
the narcs, and the Border Patrol<br>
catch you, and then give you your blessing<br>

In Chiapas, women and children were praying<br>

machetes and gunshots stained<br>
the fatherland, has claimed its blood from progress<br>

but those people, who've been sacrificed<br>
are your same race --the Indian, the Black, the 'Mestizo', the whitish one<br>

they all march to 'Beautiful Mexico'<br>
but where did justice and shame go?<br>
if bloodbaths go to limbo --the blood that runs from<br>
sacrifices, it had to be<br>
you and your habits, 'Mestizo'<br>
Don't go too far or look in the mirror<br>
because when you look<br>
you won't like what you see<br>
your face is dark, but you want to be white<br>
but you really like your taco and tortillas<br>
Ay yay ya yay sing and don't cry<br>
because hearts are contented, beautiful Mexico<br>
by singing<br>
We sing, Mexicans, to the call of war<br>
but we're not crazy enough to go to the mountains<br>
tourists and foreigners come here in vain<br>
what do they worry for -- human rights?<br>
if justice there is good for nothing