Emigrantes - Orishas

Oye dicen que…

Dicen que fue pa Europa

Y cuando llegó jaah

Tremenda desilusión

Díselo tú Ruzzo, ponle

Eh yo he

Lo que te digo aquí es bien real

Fácil, solo se trata de vivir

Comprender, resistir

Como Ave Fénix en jaula de oro

Revivir, yo, no ha sido fácil

Representar en un año

Las influencias y penurias de este lado

Del continente colonizao

Explotao, marcao, no huella

Triste, loco el que ha dejado atrás

Su sol, su gente y su camisa

Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo

Y la nostalgia te hace trizas

Triste, loco el que ha dejado atrás

Su sol, su gente y su camisa

Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo

Y la nostalgia te hace trizas

Soy yo, quien recoge lo que tu no comes

Soy yo, quien dejado mis cojones

Construyo tu esperanza

Puta balanza no te pones nunca de mi lado

Tengo un hermano peruano

Otro chicano, un chileno, un colombiano

Un chino, un afroamericano

He construido con mis propias manos

Ciudades, pueblos, lugares

Me has colonizado

Y ahora discriminas tu mi raza

Triste, loco el que ha dejado atrás

Su sol, su gente y su camisa

Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo

Y la nostalgia te hace trizas

Triste, loco el que ha dejado atrás

Su sol, su gente y su camisa

Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo

Y la nostalgia te hace trizas

Entiende, qué fue lo que pasó

Intenta, respuesta en su reloj

Patrias y más encima

Que un adiós, se fue sin ton ni son

A buscar un paraíso

Y encontró desilusión

Estoy cantando pa mi gente

Esos que llaman emigrantes

Son personas comunes corrientes

Oye mi gente

Por tener otro color

Otra forma de pensar

Otras culturas diferentes

Ya no me puedo quedar

Estoy cantando pa mi gente

Esos que llaman emigrantes

Son personas comunes corrientes

Oye mi gente

Por tener otro color,

Otra forma de pensar

Dos culturas diferentes

Yo no me puedo quedar

Estoy cantando pa mi gente

Esos que llaman emigrantes

Son personas comunes corrientes

Oye mi gente

Se lo canto a mi madre buena

Míralo que lindo suena

Estoy cantando pa mi gente

Esos que llaman emigrantes

Son personas comunes corrientes

Oye mi gente

Pa mi gente, pa mi gente…

Estoy cantando pa mi gente

Triste, loco el que ha dejado atrás

Su sol, su gente y su camisa

Estoy cantando pa mi gente

Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo

Y la nostalgia te hace trizas

Estoy cantando pa mi gente

Triste, loco que ha dejado atrás

Su sol, su gente y su camisa

Estoy cantando pa mi gente

Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo

Y la nostalgia te hace trizas

Estoy cantando pa mi gente

Triste, loco el que ha dejado atrás

Su sol, su gente y su camisa

Estoy cantando pa mi gente

Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo

Y la nostalgia te hace trizas

Estoy cantando pa mi gente

Triste, loco el que ha dejado atrás

Su sol, su gente y su camisa

Estoy cantando pa mi gente

Sin pensar tan lejos cambia todo

Y la nostalgia te hace trizas

Hey they say...

They say it was for Europe

And when it came haha

tremendous disappointment

Tell him Ruzzo, put him

eh i have

What I tell you here is very real

Easy, it's just about living

understand, resist

Like a phoenix in a golden cage

Reviving, me, has not been easy

Represent in a year

The influences and hardships of this side

of the colonized continent

Exploited, marked, no trace

Sad, crazy the one who has left behind

His sun from him, his people and his shirt

Without thinking so far everything changes

And nostalgia tears you to shreds

Sad, crazy the one who has left behind

His sun from him, his people and his shirt

Without thinking so far everything changes

And nostalgia tears you to shreds

It's me, who collects what you don't eat

It's me who left my balls

I build your hope

Fucking scale you never take 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, towns, places

you colonized me

And now you discriminate against my race

Sad, crazy the one who has left behind

His sun, his people and his shirt

Without thinking so far everything changes

And nostalgia tears you to shreds

Sad, crazy the one who has left behind

His sun, his people and his shirt

Without thinking so far everything changes

And nostalgia tears you to shreds

understand what happened

Try, answer on your watch

Homelands and more on top

That a goodbye, he left without rhyme or reason

to look for a paradise

And found disappointment

I'm singing for my people

Those who call emigrants

They are ordinary people

hey my people

for having another color

another way of thinking

other different cultures

I can't stay anymore

I'm singing for my people

Those who call emigrants

They are ordinary people

hey my people

For having another color,

another way of thinking

two different cultures

I can't stay

I'm singing for my people

Those who call emigrants

They are ordinary people

hey my people

I sing it to my good mother

Look how cute it sounds

I'm singing for my people

Those who call emigrants

They are ordinary people

hey my people

For my people, for my people...

I'm singing for my people

Sad, crazy the one who has left behind

His sun, his people and his shirt

I'm singing for my people

Without thinking so far everything changes

And nostalgia tears you to shreds

I'm singing for my people

Sad, mad that you've left behind

His sun, his people and his shirt

I'm singing for my people

Without thinking so far everything changes

And nostalgia tears you to shreds

I'm singing for my people

Sad, crazy the one who has left behind

His sun, his people and his shirt

I'm singing for my people

Without thinking so far everything changes

And nostalgia tears you to shreds

I'm singing for my people

Sad, crazy the one who has left behind

His sun, his people and his shirt

I'm singing for my people

Without thinking so far everything changes

And nostalgia tears you to shreds