Chosen from the sun, sprinkled from the sky,
Zisary Lucero, renamed by the gods.
Flower of the earth, you carry my blood,
you will bear my name until the day of death.
From dawn to dusk,
you mix the sorrows and with them you make joys.
From dawn to dusk,
your little tender hands sow the corn,
the heart of the earth that ended the hunger.