Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El Emigrante , by - Celtas Cortos. Release date: 02.04.2017
Song language: Spanish
El Emigrante(original) |
| Esta es la vida del emigrante |
| Del vagabundo del sueo errante. |
| Coge tu vida en tu pauelo |
| Con tu pobreza tira pa’lante. |
| Si encuentras el camino |
| Si encuentras tu destino |
| Tendras que irte a ese lugar |
| El polvo del camino |
| Cubre tu rostro amigo |
| Con tu miseria a ese lugar. |
| Un dios maldijo la vida del emigrante |
| Seras mal visto por la gente en todas partes |
| Seras odiado por racistas maleantes. |
| Y la justicia te maltrata sin piedad. |
| Todos hermanos. |
| Todos farsantes |
| Hacen mentiras con las verdades |
| Buscas trabajo y tienes hambre |
| Pero no hay sitio pal emigrante. |
| Si encuentras el camino si encuentras |
| Tu destino tendras que irte a ese lugar |
| El polvo del camino cubre tu rostro amigo |
| Con tu miseria a ese lugar. |
| Un dios maldijo la vida del emigrante |
| Seras mal visto por la gente en todas |
| Partes seras odiado por racistas maleantes. |
| Y la justicia te maltrata sin piedad. |
| La tierra de occidente, ya no tiene vergenza, |
| Arrasa nuestra tierra, nos roba la riqueza |
| Qu bien se come de restaurante! |
| Cuanta miseria pal emigrante! |
| Qu bien se come de restaurante! |
| Cuanta miseria pal emigrante! |
| Nuestros hijos se mueren. |
| Estmago vacio. |
| Tu lo ves por la tele |
| Despus de haber comido. |
| Nuestros hijos se mueren. |
| Estmago vacio. |
| Tu lo ves por la tele despus de haber comido. |
| Qu bien se come de restaurante! |
| Cuanta miseria pal emigrante! |
| Qu bien se come de restaurante! |
| Cuanta miseria pal emigrante! |
| Un dios maldijo la vida del emigrante |
| Seras mal visto por la gente en todas partes |
| Seras odiado por racistas maleantes. |
| Y la justicia te maltrata sin piedad. |
| Somos distintos, somos iguales. |
| Pero en la calle nadie lo sabe. |
| Pan para todos. |
| Tenemos hambre. |
| Pero los ricos no lo comparten. |
| Somos distintos, somos iguales |
| (translation) |
| 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 the way |
| If you find your destiny |
| 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 mercilessly. |
| All brothers. |
| all fakers |
| They make lies with the truths |
| You are looking for work and you are hungry |
| But there is no emigrant pal site. |
| If you find the way if you find |
| Your destiny 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 |
| You will be frowned upon by people in all |
| Parts will be hated by racist thugs. |
| And justice mistreats you mercilessly. |
| The land of the West, no longer has shame, |
| Ravage our land, steal our wealth |
| How well you eat in a restaurant! |
| How much misery pal emigrant! |
| How well you eat in a restaurant! |
| How much misery pal emigrant! |
| Our children die. |
| empty stomach |
| You see it on TV |
| After having eaten. |
| Our children die. |
| empty stomach |
| You see it on TV after you have eaten. |
| How well you eat in a restaurant! |
| How much misery pal emigrant! |
| How well you eat in a restaurant! |
| How much misery pal emigrant! |
| 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 mercilessly. |
| We are different, we are the same. |
| But on the street no one knows. |
| bread for all |
| We are hungry. |
| But the rich do not share it. |
| We are different, we are the same |