Vino y Besos

Between misery and a mosque
An immigrant dreams of cash
A free world, a fair world
No deprivation, all consumption
And he didn't cry, while he dreamed
And in those dreams, everything was flowers

The big day came, the big trip
A barge, no luggage
Amidst the danger, still dreaming
And if I get married, will I be one of them?
And he didn't cry while he traveled
In his destiny, everything was flowers

Where is the peace? And my freedom?
I didn't expect this shit of repression
A life of a thief, what a disappointment
Where is the love? Where is my flower?
Or did I expect this shit because of my color?
I pay for every tumble, what a disappointment

Among the flowers, a big pile of shit
Trampled, trampled
Where is my flower?