La Jaula de Oro
Los Tigres del Norte
The Golden Cage
Here I am settled
In the United States
Ten years have passed
Since I crossed as a wetback
I haven't fixed my papers
I'm still an illegal
I have my wife and my children
Whom I brought when they were very young
And they have already forgotten
About my beloved Mexico
Which I never forget
And I can't go back
What good is money to me
If I'm like a prisoner
Within this great nation
When I remember, I even cry
Although the cage may be golden
It's still a prison
Listen to me, son
Would you like us to go back to live in Mexico?
Whatcha talkin' about dad?
I don't wanna go back to Mexico, no way dad
My children don't talk to me
They have learned another language
And forgotten Spanish
They think like Americans
They deny they are Mexicans
Even though they have my color
From work to home
I don't know what's wrong with me
Even though I'm a family man
I hardly go out on the street
Because I'm afraid they might find me
And they could deport me
What good is money to me
If I'm like a prisoner
Within this great nation
When I remember, I even cry
Although the cage may be golden
It's still a prison
