Camisa Mojada
Los Tigres del Norte
Wet Shirt
The sun from the east was shining
when they arrived at mass
on the lips of the bride
a smile was drawn
while a man dried
his tears with the shirt.
Over at the rich man's house
the party was being celebrated
while in the land of the poor
an old lady prayed
kneeling in front of the church
a sad man cried.
When the priest asked
for any impediment
the man stood up
and walked slowly
everyone turned
and the silence was broken.
That woman, Mr. Priest
was also lying to me
the fruit of her womb
will carry my blood
for you, beautiful woman
the voice of my prophecy
you will swim in money
but live empty
and the trace of my kisses
will follow you night and day.
The wedding took place
and the mariachis sang
a thirty-thirty rang
in a gateado oak
with anger, the man erased
two hearts engraved.
A rich boy was born
in a whitewashed house
he has the face of the man
from the wet shirt
the poor land remained
without anyone to sow it.
