Emigrantes
Oye dicen que...
Dicen que fue pa Europa
Y cuando llegó jaah
Tremenda desilusión
Díselo tu Ruzzo, ponle
Eh yo he
Lo que te digo aquí es bien real
Fácil, solo se trata de vivir
Compreder, resisitr
Como Ave Fénix en jaula de oro
Revivir, yo, no ha sido fácil
Representar en un año
Las influencias y penurias de este lado
Del continente colonizao
Explotao, marcao, no huella
Triste el hombre que ha dejado atrás
Su sol, su gente y su camisa
Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo
Y la nostalgia te hace trizas
Triste el hombre que ha dejado atrás
Su sol, su gente y su camisa
Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo
Y la nostalgia te hace trizas
Soy yo, quien recoge lo que tu no comes
Soy yo, quien dejado mis cojones
Con trullo, tu esperanza
Tú a la balanza no te pones nunca de mi lado
Tengo un hermano peruano
Otro chicano, un chileno, un colombiano
Un chino, un afroamericano
He construido con mis proprias manos
Ciudades, nuevos lugares
Me has colonizado
Y ahora discrimina hoy mi raza
Triste el hombre que ha dejado atrás
Su sol, su gente y su camisa
Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo
Y la nostalgia te hace trizas
Triste el hombre que ha dejado atrás
Su sol, su gente y su camisa
Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo
Y la nostalgia te hace trizas
Entiende, qué fue lo que pasó
Intenta, respuesta en su reloj
Patrias y más encima
Que un adiós, se fue sin ton ni son
A buscar un paraíso
Y encontró desilusión
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Esos que llaman emigrantes
Son personas comunes corrientes
Oye mi gente
Por tener otro color,
Otra forma de piensar
Dos culturas diferentes
Yo no me puedo quedar
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Esos que llaman emigrantes
Son personas comunes corrientes
Oye mi gente
Se lo canto a mi madre buena
Míralo que lindo suena
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Esos que llaman emigrantes
Son personas comunes corrientes
Oye mi gente
Pa mi gente, pa mi gente...
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Triste el hombre que ha dejado atrás
Su sol, su gente y su camisa
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo
Y la nostalgia te hace trizas
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Triste el hombre que ha dejado atrás
Su sol, su gente y su camisa
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo
Y la nostalgia te hace trizas...
Emigrants
They say that...
They say it was for Europe
And when he arrived, yeah
Tremendous disillusion
Tell him Ruzzo, put it on
Hey, I
What I'm telling you here is very real
Easy, it's just about living
Understanding, resisting
Like a Phoenix in a golden cage
Reviving, I, it hasn't been easy
Representing in a year
The influences and hardships on this side
Of the colonized continent
Exploited, marked, no trace
Sad is the man who has left behind
His sun, his people, and his shirt
Without thinking so far changes everything
And nostalgia tears you apart
Sad is the man who has left behind
His sun, his people, and his shirt
Without thinking so far changes everything
And nostalgia tears you apart
It's me, who picks up what you don't eat
It's me, who left my balls
In jail, your hope
You never put yourself on my side
I have a Peruvian brother
Another Chicano, a Chilean, a Colombian
A Chinese, an African American
I have built with my own hands
Cities, new places
You have colonized me
And now discriminates against my race
Sad is the man who has left behind
His sun, his people, and his shirt
Without thinking so far changes everything
And nostalgia tears you apart
Sad is the man who has left behind
His sun, his people, and his shirt
Without thinking so far changes everything
And nostalgia tears you apart
Understand, what happened
Try, answer in his watch
Homelands and on top of that
More than a goodbye, he left without rhyme or reason
To look for a paradise
And found disillusion
I'm singing for my people
Those they call emigrants
They are common, ordinary people
Listen to me, my people
For having a different color,
A different way of thinking
Two different cultures
I can't stay
I'm singing for my people
Those they call emigrants
They are common, ordinary people
Listen to me, my people
I sing it to my good mother
Look how nice it sounds
I'm singing for my people
Those they call emigrants
They are common, ordinary people
Listen to me, my people
For my people, for my people...
I'm singing for my people
Sad is the man who has left behind
His sun, his people, and his shirt
I'm singing for my people
Without thinking so far changes everything
And nostalgia tears you apart
I'm singing for my people
Sad is the man who has left behind
His sun, his people, and his shirt
I'm singing for my people
Without thinking so far changes everything
And nostalgia tears you apart...