Emigrantes

They say that...
They say it was for Europe
And when he arrived, yeah
Tremendous disillusion
Tell him Ruzzo, put it on

Hey, I
What I'm telling you here is very real
Easy, it's just about living
Understanding, resisting
Like a Phoenix in a golden cage
Reviving, I, it hasn't been easy
Representing in a year
The influences and hardships on this side
Of the colonized continent
Exploited, marked, no trace

Sad is the man who has left behind
His sun, his people, and his shirt
Without thinking so far changes everything
And nostalgia tears you apart
Sad is the man who has left behind
His sun, his people, and his shirt
Without thinking so far changes everything
And nostalgia tears you apart

It's me, who picks up what you don't eat
It's me, who left my balls
In jail, your hope
You never put yourself on my side
I have a Peruvian brother
Another Chicano, a Chilean, a Colombian
A Chinese, an African American
I have built with my own hands
Cities, new places
You have colonized me
And now discriminates against my race

Sad is the man who has left behind
His sun, his people, and his shirt
Without thinking so far changes everything
And nostalgia tears you apart
Sad is the man who has left behind
His sun, his people, and his shirt
Without thinking so far changes everything
And nostalgia tears you apart

Understand, what happened
Try, answer in his watch
Homelands and on top of that
More than a goodbye, he left without rhyme or reason
To look for a paradise
And found disillusion

I'm singing for my people
Those they call emigrants
They are common, ordinary people
Listen to me, my people
For having a different color,
A different way of thinking
Two different cultures
I can't stay

I'm singing for my people
Those they call emigrants
They are common, ordinary people
Listen to me, my people
I sing it to my good mother
Look how nice it sounds

I'm singing for my people
Those they call emigrants
They are common, ordinary people
Listen to me, my people

For my people, for my people...

I'm singing for my people

Sad is the man who has left behind
His sun, his people, and his shirt

I'm singing for my people

Without thinking so far changes everything
And nostalgia tears you apart

I'm singing for my people

Sad is the man who has left behind
His sun, his people, and his shirt

I'm singing for my people

Without thinking so far changes everything
And nostalgia tears you apart...