I Pity the Poor Immigrant
I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home
who uses all his power to do evil but in the end is always left so alone
that man whom with his fingers cheats and whom lies with every breath
who passionately hates his life and likewise fears his death
I pity the poor immigrant whose strength is spent in vain
whose heaven is like ironsides whose tears are like rain
Who eats but is not satisfied who hears but does not see
who falls in love with wealth itself and turns his back on me
I pity the poor immigrant who tramples through the mud
who fills his mouth with laughing and who fills his town with blood
whose visions in the final end must shatter like the glass
I pity the poor immigrant when his gladness comes to pass
Lamento al pobre inmigrante
Lamento al pobre inmigrante que desearía haberse quedado en casa
que usa todo su poder para hacer el mal pero al final siempre queda tan solo
ese hombre que con sus dedos engaña y que miente con cada aliento
que odia apasionadamente su vida y también teme a su muerte
Lamento al pobre inmigrante cuya fuerza se gasta en vano
cuyo cielo es como acero cuyas lágrimas son como lluvia
que come pero no queda satisfecho que escucha pero no ve
que se enamora de la riqueza misma y me da la espalda
Lamento al pobre inmigrante que pisa a través del barro
que llena su boca de risas y su pueblo de sangre
cuyas visiones al final deben romperse como el vidrio
Lamento al pobre inmigrante cuando su alegría llega a su fin