Pa'l Norte

Legs that breathe snake venom
On the path of the wind, I blow aguardiente

The day had started excited and happy

Passport says
Where are you going, lantern, on this ugly night?
Don't you dare?
Look how dark the road is!
No man, buddy, the road is the least important
The important thing is to arrive

I have your antidote, for those without identity
We are identical, for those who arrived unannounced
I have your antilic, for those who are no longer here
For those who are and those who come

A nomad without direction
I crush negative energy
With my lamb's hooves
I set out to travel the entire continent

Without a compass, without time, without an agenda
Inspired by legends
By stories packaged in cans
By the tales the moon tells

I learned to walk without a map

To go on a hike without comforts, without luxury
Protected by saints and witches
I learned to write nonsense in my notebook
And with the same language shake the whole planet

I learned that my people still pray because
The fucking authorities and the damn royalty
Still move under the table
I learned to swallow depression with beer

I spit on my bosses from the mountains
And with my own saliva I poison their champagne
Poison their champagne

(I keep drinking rum)

I have your antidote, for those without identity
We are identical, for those who arrived unannounced
I have your antilic, for those who are no longer here
For those who are and those who come

I have your antidote, for those without identity
We are identical, for those who arrived unannounced
I have your antilic, for those who are no longer here
For those who are and those who come

In your smile I see a guerrilla
An adventure, a movement
Your language, your accent
I want to discover what was already discovered

To be an emigrant, that's my sport
Today I'm going north without a passport, without transportation
On foot, with my legs
But it doesn't matter, this man hydrates

With what my pupils portray
I carry a couple of landscapes in my backpack
I carry chlorophyll vitamins
I carry a rosary that watches over me

I dream of crossing the meridian
Sliding down Aureliano's cuatro strings
And getting to the shore early in the morning (to the shore)
Through the desert with my feet on the grill (on the grill)

We go underground like squirrels
I'm going to cross the wall
I'm an intruder with the identity of a prisoner (of a prisoner)
And that's why I become a diver

And I dive underground
So the guards don't see me and the dogs don't smell me
Grandma, don't worry
The Virgin of Guadalupe hangs around my neck

Hey, for all the emigrants of the whole world
Here it goes: Calle 13

I have your antidote, for those without identity
We are identical, for those who arrived unannounced
I have your antilic, for those who are no longer here
For those who are and those who come

I have your antidote, for those without identity
We are identical, for those who arrived unannounced
I have your antilic, for those who are no longer here
For those who are and those who come

I have your antidote, for those without identity
We are identical, for those who arrived unannounced
I have your antilic, for those who are no longer here
For those who are and those who come

This artistic-cultural production (artistic-cultural)
Made with love and effort
May it be a call of will
And hope for everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone