Trópico de cáncer [English translation]

How is it that you're leaving, savior of the company

If there is still so much greenness

If progress is our trade

And there are still many Indians around

That don't know what it is to live

In a city, like people.

Don't you see that you're a bridge

Between savagery and modernism

Salvador the engineer, savior of humanity.

What you think is all very well but

Why don't you remember that our civilization

Is a very advanced one

Like people say.

Don't you see that our mind

Should not take into account ecologists, indigenists,

Retrogradists or humanists.

Oh my civil and associate engineers

Don't think that it doesn't hurt me to leave your sides

But I just think that the time has come

To give space to the spaces without cement.

That's why I'm leaving, I don't want anything to do

With that ugly relationship of action

Construction-destruction

Oh my Mexican Petroleum colleagues

Don't think I don't miss

The scent of pure oil

But I just think

That us humans

Don't need any more hydrocarbons

(And the survivors of San Juan Ixhuatepec

were singing tu turu turu turu uh)