Enmigrados

I drink mate every morning
I hear, I sing, I whistle, tango
I only chat when I feel like it
Or when it’s high-level topics

I’m a fan of barbecues
And vegan for moral reasons
I don’t drink, but with two drinks
I turn into a social drinker

And if I raise my voice and wave my hands
It’s because I have two Italian ancestors
And if I can’t stop talking and get tangled in my ego
It’s the stubborn mark of a Galician grandpa

I’m laid-back, I should, and I shine with my light
It’s just that there’s a relative from Andalusia around

What can I do, neighbor?
I can’t hide it
It’s just that I’m Argentine, it shows when I emigrate

What can I do, friend?
In the strangest place
There’s always an Argentine
And you can tell by the singing
And you can tell by the dancing
And you can tell by the playing

I’m for Messi or Maradona
Don’t come at me with middle ground
I’m for the Pope or Madonna
It’s the divide of the media

My country has the gate wide open
Because many leave for the world
Someone gets stuck in some port
Some come back more reflective

Emigrants and repatriated for now
I’ll die if I stay, it hurts if I go
The rich flee with cash, the poor can’t take it anymore
The system mistreats so many capable people
And so the doctor leaves, and the pizza guy returns
To try the singer, and the grill master comes back

What are they gonna do, friends?
They can’t hide it
It’s just that they’re very Argentine
You can tell when they emigrate

What are you gonna do, friend?
In the strangest place
You always find an Argentine
And you can tell by the singing
And you can tell by the dancing
And you can tell by the singing

What can I do, neighbor?
I can’t hide it
It’s just that we’re Argentine
You can tell when we emigrate

What are you gonna do, friend?
In the strangest place
You always find an Argentine
And you can tell by the singing
And you can tell by the dancing
You can tell when we emigrate