Lyrics of Barrio Viejo - Los Tigres Del Norte

Barrio Viejo (original)

Este barrio es mi barrio querido
Barrio viejo al que yo nunca olvido
Porque aqui fue donde yo naci y creci
Y entre abrojos mis primeros pasos
Saboree mis primeros fracasos
Y buscando fortuna me fui
Con la diosa fortuna buscada
Fue una lucha muy dura y pesada
Y al final cuando la consegui
Entendi, que traia la pobreza en el alma
Que mi vida no habia sido mala
Y otra vez a mi barrio volvi
Lejos de el senti mi alma vacia, vacia, vacia
Y no llore por temor a que oyeran mi llanto
Vuelvo otra vez a mi barrio querido
Con estas gentes que yo quiero tanto
Porque en estos barrios pobres
El hombre pasa su vida luchando contra el destino
Y a veces esos gigantes, como toda herencia dejan
Una cruz por el camino, yo de niño vi a mi viejo que al final de la Jornada
Venia sonriendo por fuera y con el alma destrozada
Mi madre nada decia, eran gigantes los dos
Cuando mas hambre tenian le daban gracias a dios
Lejos de el senti mi alma vacia, vacia, vacia
Y no llore por temor a que oyeran mi llanto
Vuelvo otra vez a mi barrio querido
Con estas gentes que yo quiero tanto

(translation)

This neighborhood is my beloved neighborhood
Old neighborhood that I never forget
Because this is where I was born and grew up
And between thistles my first steps
I tasted my first failures
And looking for fortune I went
With the sought after fortune goddess
It was a very hard and heavy fight
And in the end when I got it
I understood, that he brought poverty in his soul
That my life had not been bad
And again to my neighborhood I returned
Far from him I felt my soul empty, empty, empty
And I did not cry for fear that they would hear my cry
I return again to my dear neighborhood
With these people that I love so much
'Cause in these slums
The man spends his life fighting against fate
And sometimes those giants, like any legacy, leave
A cross along the way, as a child I saw my old man who at the end of the day
He came smiling on the outside and with a shattered soul
My mother said nothing, they were both giants
When they were hungrier they gave thanks to God
Far from him I felt my soul empty, empty, empty
And I did not cry for fear that they would hear my cry
I return again to my dear neighborhood
With these people that I love so much