En Mexico

In Mexico there's a mountain
That looks towards the future
With great brightness.

In Mexico there's a stream
That runs towards the ground
Chasing the sun.

In Mexico the man who passes by
Feels at home
Or maybe even better.

In Mexico life nests,
It's sung, it vibrates,
Love is breathed.

In Mexico people live
Who fight and feel
That they will do better.

In Mexico man is a brother,
Giving the human being
A treatment of honor.

In Mexico its history shakes,
In Mexico glory emerges,
Because Mexico is a little house
Precious and pretty
Where God lives.