If you are my kin
Let me be your home
If you are my nopal
Let me be your little taco
To fill your tummy mama
Little cheese bread
the works with onion
Let's go eat...
Let's leave the commotion mama,
Let's go now,
the tide is rising...
Through old Sonora the tide is rising
Through old Sonora falls the heavy raindrops
Shrimp soup swept away by the currents
Shrimp soup the tide is rising
Rising mama
the tide is rising
Rising mama
it's rising... oh such a tide!
If you are my kin
Let me be your home
If you are my nopal
Let me be your little taco
Let's leave the commotion mama,
the tide is rising...
Today I was scared of my shadow
There on the corner of the raval
Today I was scared of my shadow
So I fell down under the sun
Mama the tide is rising
Mama... the tide is rising
Mama... it's rising, oh what a tide!
