Bisabuelo
Hace cien años llego mi bisabuelo
Para un futuro busacar en este suelo
Hay hambre y hay dolor,
su alma esta marcada por la guerra
Europa quedó atras,
Llegaban de a montones a estas tierras.
Dijeron que ibas a sufrir
-te fue bien ahora me voy del pais
-¿y por qué?, Porque esta todo mal
No puedo trabajar, Y por eso me tengo que ir.
Querido bisabuelo si vivieras no entenderias
Por buscar un futuro mejor
A tu tierra natal yo me fui
Para soñar, para vivir, para crear un mundo nuevo.
-¡Bisabuelo!, viniste al pedo.
Great-grandfather
A hundred years ago my great-grandfather arrived
To seek a future in this land
There is hunger and there is pain,
his soul is marked by war
Europe was left behind,
They arrived in droves to these lands.
They said you were going to suffer
- you did well now I'm leaving the country
- and why?, Because everything is wrong
I can't work, And that's why I have to leave.
Dear great-grandfather if you were alive you wouldn't understand
For seeking a better future
I left your homeland
To dream, to live, to create a new world.
- Great-grandfather!, you came for nothing.