La Jaula de Oro
Julieta Venegas
The Golden Cage
Here I am settled
in the United States
ten years have already passed.
When I crossed illegally
I haven't fixed my papers
I'm still an illegal.
I have my wife and my kids
whom I brought when they were very young
and they have already forgotten.
About my beloved Mexico
which I never forget
and I can't go back.
What good is money to me
if I'm like a prisoner
inside this great nation.
When I remember, I even cry
because even if the cage is made of gold
it's still a prison.
My kids don't talk to me
they've learned another language
and forgotten Spanish.
They think like Americans
deny they are Mexicans
even though they have my color.
From work to home
I don't know what's happening to me
even though I'm a family man.
I hardly go out on the street
because I'm afraid they'll find me
and deport me.
What good is money to me
if I'm like a prisoner
inside this great nation.
When I remember, I even cry
because even if the cage is made of gold
it's still a prison.
What good is money to me (oh, oh, oh,)
What good is it (eh, eh, eh,)
