Lyrics of Sangre de Indio - Jenni Rivera, Lupillo Rivera

Sangre de Indio (original)

por las venas de mi padre
le corre la sangre tambien como a mi,
sangre del indio que cae, que llora
que ama, que sabe sufrir.
el indio aquel que mi madre
amo porque sabe que es un hombre fiel
gracias a DIOS que es mi padre
y que yo he heredado ser indio como el
Entre espinas de nopales crecieron mis padres
y alli naci yo
entre la tierra mi padre soñaba con darme
una vida mejor
Ya no vivo entre tanta pobreza
vivo como mi padre soño
no ambiciono tampoco riqueza
la sangre de indio que traigo es mejor.
HABLADO
LA PIEL DE BRONCE QUE YO TENGO ES
HERENCIA DE MI PADRE
Y ESTE CORAZON QUE SIENTO
ESTE ME LO DIO MI MADRE
LOS DOS ME DIERON LA VIDA
LOS DOS ME DIERON SU SANGRE
Y GRACIAS A DIOS ME HICIERON
UN INDIO COMO MI PADRE
ARRIBA JALISCO
Mis hermanos tambien llevan la sangre de
indio como llevo yo
sangre que pinto la tierra
la tierra que mi padre tanto labro
Dejo mi padre la tierra
mi madre llorando tras el camino
dejaban todo por darme
lo que ya mas tarde la vida me dio
Ya no vivo entre tanta pobreza
vivo como mi padre soño
no ambiciono tampoco riqueza
la sangre de indio que traigo es mejor.

(translation)

through my father's veins
his blood runs as well as me,
blood of the Indian that falls, that cries
that he loves, that knows how to suffer.
the Indian that my mother
I love because he knows that he is a faithful man
thank GOD who is my father
and that I have inherited being an Indian like him
My parents grew up among nopal thorns
and there I was born
between the earth my father dreamed of giving me
a better life
I no longer live in such poverty
I live as my father dreamed
I do not ambition nor wealth
the Indian blood that I bring is better.
SPOKEN
THE BRONZE SKIN THAT I HAVE IS
HERITAGE FROM MY FATHER
AND THIS HEART THAT I FEEL
THIS MY MOTHER GAVE ME
THE TWO GAVE ME LIFE
BOTH GAVE ME THEIR BLOOD
AND THANK GOD THEY MADE ME
AN INDIAN LIKE MY FATHER
UP JALISCO
My brothers also carry the blood of
Indian how do I
blood that painted the earth
the land that my father tilled so much
I leave my father the earth
my mother crying after the road
they left everything to give me
what later life gave me
I no longer live in such poverty
I live as my father dreamed
I do not ambition nor wealth
the Indian blood that I bring is better.