Pasaporte Colombiano

Yeeeah Ali aka Mind, this is my Colombian passport

It's my land, it's my country, it's my flag
And a feeling that has grown stronger from afar
And it's the years that can't make me forget
My neighborhood and the desire to return
I'm Colombian like the product the world aspires to
I'm Pacific, Guajira, or the landscape that inspires you
I'm Colombian like Cartagena and San Andrés
Like the cable car, like a Juan Valdés store
But we go out to earn our pennies
Many already tired of being enslaved
Because the government uses us, lies to us
Although this surely isn't so different outside
It starts with the goodbye, a one-way ticket
And a reality sadly already accepted
Knowing they'll be marked wherever they go
To New York, Buenos Aires, Barcelona, or Milan
It's just drawing a dream, putting effort into it
And with balls, the world becomes small for us
And out there, for my most warrior people
Today, from the heart, I dedicate this ranchera

I look up and ask to be with me today
To always accompany me in every step I take
And if some agent stops me out there
I care little, I proudly carry my flag
I walk streets that don't really know who I am here
I try to always keep my essence wherever I go
For compatriots in the south and the north
Who proudly show their passport in migration

I like to make contact with compatriots all the time
And I'm surprised, I always find some talent
A thousand warriors, coca growers, emerald miners
Lighters, rappers, and even street artists
We all carry a story, a fall, a victory
And in common an objective and thirst for glory
And in memory, everything left behind
In my case, my family and the streets of Bogotá

They are Colombians with a passport in hand
Chasing their dream and with a change of scenery
They are Colombians, some good and some bad
Seeking a life, whether right or with shots
Japan, Hong Kong, how many come and go
Penetrating blow by blow, enjoying goal by goal, celebration in the nation
For the champion with a rum, with a soda, with a guaro, with a blunt
And we go around the world, holding on, buddy
The motto always prevails: For war, warrior
After crossing the river and the field
The airport, the hole, we have to start from scratch here

I look up and ask to be with me today
To always accompany me in every step I take
And if some agent stops me out there
I care little, I proudly carry my flag
I walk streets that don't really know who I am here
I try to always keep my essence wherever I go
For compatriots in the south and the north
Who proudly show their passport in migration

But there's more than a Nobel, beautiful beaches, and a warrior town
There's art, life, love, family even if there's no money
All climates, all the time from January to January
The lady and the gentleman and some sincere buddy

Yeeeh
This is for my Colombian compatriots abroad
Rolos, paisas, caleños, tolimenses, opitas, costeños, búcaros
Everyone, everyone who carries the homeland wherever they go
Capital special, flowing flowing records. 2008
Back, back, not even to gain momentum, buddy!

I look up and ask to be with me today
To always accompany me in every step I take
And if some agent stops me out there
I care little, I proudly carry my flag
I walk streets that don't really know who I am here
I try to always keep my essence wherever I go
For compatriots in the south and the north
Who proudly show their passport in migration