La Travesia - Joe Veras

desde muy pequeño tuve un sueño,

de viajar y connocer el extranjero

en mi mente yo pintaba,

los rascacielos de colores frescos,

me dijeron que el dinero

se encontraba por montonesen el suelo

un dia del mes de octubre

del año no me acuerdo

e pa que yo mismo letras con un sueño

y sali de mi pais sin importar lo que dejaba

en cada puerto que llegaba me mojabay

en cada puerto que llegaba hay, hay, hay

hambre, frio, sueño

el viaje parecia eterno

gritos de mis compañeros

que estaban extrañando su pueblo

que estaban extrañando su pueblo

(una cancion con sentimientos de Veras)

(Joe Veras)

cada dia que pasaba era mas dificil

la travesia, los guardias, los perros todo el dia

nos perseguian y varios de mis compañeros

se quedaron flotando en ese sueño

y nunca lograron su fantasia

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, frio, sueño

el viaje parecia eterno gritos de mis compañeros

que estaban extrañando su pueblo

hambre, frio, 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

digame usted que escucho la historia

si no merezco la gloria

digame usted que escucho la historia

si no merezco la gloria

From a very young age I had a dream,

to travel and get to know abroad

in my mind I painted,

the cool colored skyscrapers,

they told me that the money

was found in heaps on the ground

one day of the month of October

of the year I do not remember

e pa que yo yo 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 trip seemed eternal

shouts of my companions

that they were missing their town

that they were missing their town

(a song with feelings of Veras)

(Joe Veras)

every day that passed was more difficult

the crossing, the guards, the dogs all day

they persecuted 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

screaming guards and dogs

I thought I was traveling to hell

and it was not how they painted it for me

and it was not 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