Homenaje a Pedro Infante

From up in the mountain of suffering
The wind comes crying, crying
Riding on the pain
Announcing that Pedro has died
The gentle wind, his eternal friend
That yesterday sang with his songs
Today only has hellish sorrow
And among its wings, a hundred thousand black ribbons

Mariachi that accompanied
My brother Pedro Infante
Join your voice with mine
So I can sing for him too
And if my throat
Should break with sobs
Keep playing, mariachi
Don't hesitate or stall
For he remains among us
Even if he moves on ahead

In Mazatlán and Guamúchil
The blue sky turned red
And the town mourns the loss
Of the town crier of their announcements

The old towers of the chapel
With their lament of old bronze
Mark the sad and simple rhythm
Of his slow procession

Mariachi that accompanied
My brother Pedro Infante
Join your voice with mine
So I can sing for him too
And if my throat
Should break with sobs
Keep playing, mariachi
Don't hesitate or stall
For he remains among us
Even if he moves on ahead

From up in the mountain of suffering
The wind comes crying, crying