Poblador Del Mundo

It's another story, another anonymous story
Of the voiceless, listen!!!
I came from far away in search of a better life, I left my family
But all this is for my girls
I brought expectations, positive vibes, and courage
My sweat was my ticket, hope my only luggage
My neighborhood is a ghetto of several unemployed
When there's work, it's rare and the salary is low and miserable
The economy is unstable like the whole country
And it's only profitable if you own a company
That's why I came, that's why I crossed borders, to make it good
And to send money back to my land
Here the job is better, you earn a little more money
Although the pocket doesn't fill, it's less harsh than in my homeland
I arrived with faith to challenge destiny
And I found out that here I'm an enemy
With my arrival, the dramas have also come
They've made me understand that I'm not welcome at all
They discriminate against me worse than a pig
They look at me from the government and even the workers themselves marginalize me
They say I came to take their jobs
When the guilty one of their lamentable life is up there and not down here, damn it!
I'm a worker just like many
Owner only of my effort, my dreams, and my hands
But far from seeing me as a brother
Here I'm like a plague, like herpes or a green worm
Why do they call me a thief in Chile and many things
Could it be that prejudices are vices like cocaine
And you have to be strong if part of the routine here
Is that people tell me to go back to my country
To top it off, sorrow sometimes overwhelms me
And sadness thickly lodges in my throat
While I serve the table or clean the floor, my head
Can't stop thinking about my wife and children
And being a foreigner is not the dilemma, here being a traveler with blonde hair
And having zero problems
They are not looked down upon, they are good like anyone
And the issue is not being a foreigner, the issue is my dark skin
And the poverty of my clothing makes it easy
They judge by appearance, they almost think like Nazis
They observe it like an alien
They call me Indian as if my indigenous features were crimes
I'm an immigrant, a street vendor, sometimes illegal
And that should only bother the authorities
But there are people who fear the different
And have a boss mentality where in truth nothing belongs to them
Stupid racism drives our people crazy
They divide us and keep us always in defeat
Take note, this could have been the story of a Peruvian in Chile
But the story is of a Chilean in Europe, a Latino in Europe
A Mexican, an African in the US, a poor person anywhere in the world
I'm an inhabitant of the world, because I change course
Here we are brothers, all Latin American
Brown people have no homeland