Orishas — Emigrantes song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Emigrantes" by Orishas.
Lyrics
Oye dice que
Dicen que se fue pa Europa
Y cuando llegó jaah
Tremenda desilusión
DÃselo tú Ruzzo, ponle
Eh yo he
Lo que te digo aquà es bien real
Fácil, solo se trata de vivir
Comprender, resistir
Como Ave FÃ(c)nix 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 paraÃso y encontró desilusión
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Esos que llaman emigrantes y 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 y Son personas comunes corrientes
Oye mi gente
Se lo canto a mi madre buena
MÃralo que lindo suena
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Esos que llaman emigrantes y 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
Lyrics translation
Hey says that
They say he left for Europe.
And when jaah arrived
2018-11-2018
Give it to you Ruzzo, put it
Hey I've
What I'm telling you here is very real
Easy, it's just about living
Understand, resist
Like Bird FÃ(c)Nix in golden cage
Reviving, I, has not been easy
Represent in a year
The influences and hardships on this side
Of the continent colonizao
Exploding, marking, no footprint
Sad, crazy the one who left behind
His Sun, His people and his shirt
Without thinking so far it changes everything
And nostalgia is tearing you apart
Sad, crazy the one who left behind
His Sun, His people and his shirt
Without thinking so far it changes everything
And nostalgia is tearing you apart
It's me who picks up what you don't eat
It's me who left my balls
I build your hope
Fucking scales 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've colonized Me.
And now you discriminate against my race
Sad, crazy the one who left behind
His Sun, His people and his shirt
Without thinking so far it changes everything
And nostalgia is tearing you apart
Sad, crazy the one who left behind
His Sun, His people and his shirt
Without thinking so far it changes everything
And nostalgia is tearing you apart
Understand, what happened
Try, reply on your watch patrias and more on
That a farewell, went without tone nor are
To look for a paradise and found disappointment
I'm singing to my people
Those who call migrants and are ordinary people
Hey, my people.
For having another color
Another way of thinking
Of different cultures
I can't stay.
I'm singing to my people
Those who call migrants and are ordinary people
Hey, my people.
I sing it to my good mother
Show it how cute it sounds
I'm singing to my people
Those who call migrants and are ordinary people
Hey, my people.
Pa my people, pa my people
I'm singing to my people
Sad, crazy the one who left behind
His Sun, His people and his shirt
I'm singing to my people
Without thinking so far it changes everything
And nostalgia is tearing you apart