Yo Nací En Jacinto Vera

I was born in Jacinto Vera,
what a neighborhood, Jacinto Vera,
tin shacks on the outside
and wooden on the inside.

At night the white moon ran,
the white moon ran
and I ran after her,
and I ran after her.

Suddenly I lost her,
suddenly she appeared
among the tin shacks
and wooden inside.

Ah, moon, my white moon,
moon of Jacinto Vera.