This is my song, Señor Migra 

This is a prayer from a seven-year-old girl

She knows that her dad has to leave in order to
find a way to feed his family

Finding a way to support your family is a noble job, isn't it? 

Hey Mr. Border Patrol

listen to my prayer

That God who is in heaven

provides you with lots of compassion

My father is a good man

and he is leaving for Tucson.

He can't find a job here in Obregon

Hey Mr. Border Patrol

people talk bad things about you

But before I judge you

I would like to meet you

I would like to explain to you

about my mother and my brothers

they are very scared

and cry for my dad

But a little doll

he is going to buy me

when he comes back home for Christmas

Don't hurt him

I am begging you, please

if you have a little daughter

then you know my reason

I love him very much

don't treat him badly

I am begging you Mr. Border Patrol

I am speaking in behalf of my dad

Esta es mi cancion Señor Migra

Este es el rezo de una ninita de siete anos de edad

Ella sabe que ya se tiene que ir su papa a buscar
alguna manera de darles que comer

Porque hacer la vida es noble, que no?

Ay Señor Migra

oiga usted mi oracion

Que Diosito en los cielos

le de mucha compasion

Mi padre es hombre bueno

y se embarca pa' Tucson

No puede hallar trabajo aqui en Obregon

Ay Señor Migra

hablan mal de usted

Pero antes de juzgarlo

yo lo quiero conocer

Deseo de explicarle

de mis hermanos y mama

ellos tienen miedo

y lloran por mi 'apa

Pero una munequita

el me va a comprar

cuando ya regrese para la navidad

No me lo lastime

se lo pido por favor

si usted tiene una nina

ya sabe su razon

Yo lo quiero mucho

no me lo trate mal

Yo le ruego Señor Migra

de parte de mi 'apa.