Atardecer huasteco [English translation]

I don't care about life,

I don't care about

its suffering.

The one who doesn't have anything

nor cry for love,

lives happily.

All disillusions

within a broken soul

never die nor harm,

they carve it.

That's how unpleasant is this life.

It keeps on placing,

it keeps on placing

roads made of resentment,

of troubles,

of suffering.

But when the evening

of our harsh life arrives,

the voice of our mother

is treasured light.