Hey he says that
They say he went to Europe
And when he arrived jaah
Tremendous disappointment
Give it to him Ruzzo, put it
Hey I he
What I tell you here is very real
Easy, it's just about living
Understanding, resisting
Like a phoenix in a cage of gold
Reviving, I, has not been easy
Representing in one year
The influences and hardships of this side
Of the colonized continent
Explode, mark, no trace
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 pieces
Sad, crazy is the one who has left behind
His sun, his people and his shirt
Without thinking so far everything changes
And the Nostalgia tears you to shreds
It's me, the one who picks up what you don't eat
It's me, the one who left my balls behind
I build your hope
Fucking scale, you never take my side
br/>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 have 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 changes everything
And nostalgia tears you to pieces
Sad, crazy is the one who has left behind
His sun, his people and his shirt
Without thinking so far away everything changes
And nostalgia tears you to shreds
Understand, what happened
Try, answer on your homeland watch and more on top
That a goodbye, he left without rhyme or reason
To look for a paradise and found disappointment
I am singing for my people
Those who call emigrants and
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 myself people
Those who call emigrants and
They are ordinary common people
Hey my people
I sing it to my good mother
Look at how beautiful it sounds
I'm singing for my people
Those who call immigrants and
They are ordinary people
Hey my people
For my people, for my people
I'm singing for my people< br/>Sad, crazy the one who has left behind
His sun, his people and his shirt
I am singing for my people
Without thinking so far everything changes
And nostalgia tears you to pieces

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