Ten years have already passed
Since I crossed as a wetback
I haven't fixed my papers
I have my wife and my children
That I brought them very young
And they have already forgotten
When I remember, I even cry
Even if the cage is made of gold
It doesn't stop being a prison
Would you like us to go back to live in Mexico?'
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My children don't talk to me
Another language they have learned
And have forgotten Spanish
They think like Americans
They deny that they are Mexicans
Even if they have my color
I don't know what's happening to me
That even though I'm a family man
Because I'm afraid that they find me
When I remember, I even cry
Even if the cage is made of gold
It doesn't stop being a prison