We never ask for a handout
Or more than our fair share of pay
Downtown you all know where we stand
Out looking for work by the day
You don't ask why our farms were abandoned
Or of our choice between life and death
Or why we would take such a gamble
For the hopes of the North
Go to the North, go to the North.. .
From Oaxaca to El Paradero
Survival our deepest desire
From the barbed wire of La Frontera
From the frying pan into the fire
Laying low like thieves
In a land of closed doors
We can still hear the voices
Of our lost loved ones
Go North, go North
Say goodbye and leave now
Go through the river
Dear ones, don't cry
Go with God and go to the North
They wake us up in the middle of our sleep
The faces of our old people
They greet with tired hands
For the last time, goodbye
And now we will never return
And we pass through your world like shadows
But we make a new life
Here in the northern lands
Go to the North...
Cross the river
They sing, they don't cry
Go with God and go to the North

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