This is the life of the emigrant
Of the vagabond of the wandering dream
Take your life in your handkerchief
With your poverty go ahead
If you find a destination
If you find the way
You will have to go to that place
The dust of the road, cover your face friend
With your misery to that place
A god cursed the life of the emigrant
You will be frowned upon by people everywhere
You will be hated by racist thugs
And justice mistreats you without mercy
br/>All brothers, all fakes
They make lies with the truths
You are looking for work and you are hungry
But there is no place for an emigrant
If you find a destination if you find
On the road you will have to go to that place
The dust of the road covers your face friend
With your misery to that place
A god cursed the life of the emigrant
It will be Badly seen by people everywhere
Everywhere you will be hated by racist thugs
And justice mistreats you without mercy
The land of the West no longer has shame ¼enza
It devastates our land, it steals our wealth
áHow good the restaurant eats
áHow much misery for the emigrant
How good the restaurant eats
How much misery for immigrants
Our children are dying
Empty stomach, too You see it on TV
After having eaten, our children die
Empty stomach, you see it on TV
After s of having eaten
áHow good the restaurant eats
áHow much misery for the emigrant
áHow good you eat in a restaurant
How much misery for the emigrant
A god cursed the emigrant's life
You will be frowned upon by people everywhere
/>You will be hated by racist thugs
And justice mistreats you without mercy
We are different, we are the same
But on the street no one knows
Bread for everyone, We are hungry
But the rich do not share it
We are different
We are the same

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