La Travesía - Joe Veras

Desde muy pequeño tuve un sueño

De viajar y conocer el extranjero

En mi mente yo pintaba

Rascacielos de colores frescos

Me dijeron que el dinero

Se encontraba por montones en el suelo

Un día del mes de octubre

Del año no me acuerdo

Empaque yo mismo letras con un sueño

Y salí de mi país sin importar lo que dejaba

En cada puerto que llegaba me mojaba

En cada puerto que llegaba hay, hay, hay

Hambre, frió, sueño

El viaje parecía eterno

Gritos de mis compañeros

Que estaban extrañando a su pueblo

Que estaban extrañando a su pueblo

(Una canción con sentimientos de Veras)

(Joe Veras)

Cada día que pasaba era más difícil La travesía

Los guardias, los perros todo el día

Nos perseguían y varios de mis compañeros

Se quedaron flotando en ese sueño

Y nunca lograron su fantasía

De los diez llegamos tres

A las calles de Manhattan mire usted

Y yo que pinte rascacielos de colores frescos y ya usted ve

Hambre, frió, sueño

El viaje parecía eterno gritos de mis compañeros

Que estaban extrañando su pueblo

Hambre, frió, sueño

El viaje se me hizo eterno

Gritos, guardias y perros

Pensaba que viajaba al infierno

Y no fue como me lo pintaron

Y no fue como me lo pintaron

Y de los que llegamos juntos (La, la, la)

Algunos ya son difuntos (hay, hay, hay)

Y de los que llegamos juntos algunos ya son difuntos

Dígame usted que escucho la historia

Si no merezco la gloria

Dígame usted que escucho la historia

Si no merezco la gloria

From a very young age I had a dream

To travel and meet abroad

In my mind I painted

Cool colored skyscrapers

They told me that the money

It was found in heaps on the ground

One day in the month of October

I don't remember the year

pack myself lyrics with a dream

And I left my country no matter what I left

In each port that arrived I got wet

In each port that arrived there is, there is, there is

Hungry, cold, sleepy

The journey seemed eternal

shouts of my companions

that they were missing their people

that they were missing their people

(A song with feelings from Veras)

(Joe Veras)

Every day that passed was more difficult The journey

The guards, the dogs all day

They were chasing us and several of my companions

They stayed floating in that dream

And they never achieved their fantasy

Of the ten we arrived three

Look at the streets of Manhattan

And I paint skyscrapers in fresh colors and you see

Hungry, cold, sleepy

The trip seemed eternal shouts from my companions

that they were missing their town

Hungry, cold, sleepy

The trip seemed eternal

Screams, guards and dogs

I thought I was traveling to hell

And it wasn't how they painted it for me

And it wasn't how they painted it for me

And of those of us who arrived together (La, la, la)

Some are already deceased (there are, there are, there are)

And of those of us who arrived together, some are already deceased

tell me you heard the story

If I don't deserve the glory

tell me you heard the story

If I don't deserve the glory