Yo soy Zaida y vengo a decir la historia del hijo mío que falleció hace 11 años. Y yo siempre estaba, cuando él me invitaba para su casa, él le gustaba mucho la música siempre con la música alto, y yo le decía, baja esa música, muchacho. Y el era bello un trigueño indio, bien lindo.

My name is Zaida, and I want to tell the story of my son, who died 11 years ago. We were very close, and I was always there when he invited me to his house; he liked to play music, he always had the music blasting, and I would tell him, “Turn that music down, muchacho.” He was so handsome, with beautiful dark features, my son.