And there is no personal illusion

This is the story of a donkey that crossed the
border as a wet-back

through the United States because he was in love

of an American donkey and he wanted to be near her

Crossing through the desert

he finally arrived in Tucson

With his muzzle half way open, he was dying
because of the sun

but his eyes were still open, watching 
out forthe Border Patrol

(and it is near me, but it doesn't matter)

He drank water and ate grass in order to
continue his journey

and some immigration donkeys were about to
investigate him

but he escaped because he wanted to get to Phoenix

He finally arrived with his donkey

that was anxiously waiting in Phoenix

In a short time, they had a little donkey braying

People say he fixed his status, and here is where his
story ends

Y no hay ilusión personal

Esta es la história de un burro que
se pasó de mojado

a los Estados Unidos porque andaba enamorado 

de una burra americana y queria estar a su lado

Atravesando el desierto

por fin llegó hasta Tucson

Con el hocico entre abierto muriendose
por el sol

Pero los ojos abiertos cuidaba la imigración


(y ahí esta a un lado, pero no le hace)

Bebió agua y comió pastura para
poder continuar

y unos burros emigrantes ya lo iban
a investigar

pero el salio retozando a Phoenix quería llegar

Por fin llegó con su burra

que en Phoenix ya lo esperaba

Al pasar muy poco tiempo ya un burrito rebuznaba

Dicen que arreglo papeles y aquí su
historia se acaba