Oh Aztec watching from your Rustic home, for my dignity Do you have any advice? For my poor state of being,any riches? No wisdom for my inexperience?
Oh Aztec warrior who lays brick For homes he will never own, Don't you understand by right of Superiority and sweat and blood And tears from tyranny this should Be your dream as well?!
Don't you see the Spaniards robbed You once and the Europeans once again Stole what is rightfully yours? Don't you know you are Aztec?
Aztec, mighty spear in hand, Or is that a shovel? Your eyes with proud gleam in them, Or is that a tear of despair? What are you here for Aztec? Why have you silenced the dreams?
Oh race of my forefathers, Bring about the impenetrable heart, The joy with pleasure, The suffering with grief; Tears of the Aztec sun! Yours is the blood in my veins, By that blood blank stares at the Liquor stores, I swear by that blood that I will Rise once again and once more Into the day of my life and fill My song with a forgotten pride, I will wonder where the Aztec Has gone, though his dream Remains unseen, his people Remain in shards.