Juan Albañil

(Well, family, this is a true story,
and it's been happening for a while, and the man there.)

Juan Bricklayer, the building you raised,
with all the hard work you did,
is closed, is sealed,
it's forbidden for you, Juan Bricklayer.

As it's Sunday, Juan Bricklayer down the avenue
takes a walk looking at everything he built,
hotels, condos, so much luxury,
and now since he's not a member, he can't enter.
Juan Bricklayer can't enter, can't enter.

Juan Bricklayer, neighbor man.
How much he has dreamed of so-called equality,
Juan Bricklayer. But tell your children
that there is no future in cement.

As it's Sunday, Juan Bricklayer down the avenue
passes by crying, looking at everything he built,
he regrets the insignificant importance
that the worker has after he worked,
the worker has after he worked.
Juan Bricklayer can't enter.

Chorus:
On the scaffolding, he dreams that he dreams,
Juan Bricklayer, of the day of equality.

But how many condos that man is building,
and tomorrow it's the same door, from there they'll chase him away,
yes, yes.

And on the scaffolding of life, with brotherhood trowels,
we will build one day the house of equality, and I say.

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And in that house, ladies and gentlemen,
there will never be distinction, people of all colors,
with Juan Bricklayer, everyone will be able to enter.

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(Pick up that shovel, mix the cement, pass me that bucket,
break your back, Boricua, that's how it is.)

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As it's Sunday, Juan Bricklayer walks through the whole city,
and his kids ask him, Daddy, to that big building,
why can't I enter?

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The party, the party and the party of existence,
humanity dances it, even if conscience weighs on it,
like Juan Bricklayer, this is inequality.

Blessed! Worker, brave Juan Bricklayer,
listen, man, facing destiny head-on.
That's it, that's it, that's it.

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From seven to four, guys, half an hour, for lunch,
laying bricks and mortar,
hands full of calluses already, but...

(Chorus)

Juan Bricklayer, today I tell you that day will come,
Time will be the witness, what's yours will be yours,
look, and no one else's.

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(Definitely, Juan Bricklayer,
at least for me, you are a gentleman.)