Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El indocumentado, artist - El Tri. Album song 40 Años Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 23.03.2009
Record label: Warner Music Mexico
Song language: Spanish
El indocumentado(original) |
Siempre fui un vagabundo sin ocupacion |
Vagaba por el mundo sin ton ni son |
Un dia me entro la angustia de talonear |
Y al pais de las hamburguesas vine a dar |
Ahora ando de indocumentado |
Estoy taloneando aca en el gabo |
Me vine de espalda mojada |
Pero la neta me ha ido de la fregada |
He conocido a dos tres cuates que les ha ido muy bien |
Que tienen hasta coches y les llueven los billetes |
Pero yo ya la hice de todo aca en este pais |
Y para colmo de males no mastico el ingles |
Y acando de indocumentado |
Estoy taloneando aca en el gabo |
Y aunque ya no uso mis huaraches |
Aqui aprendi a amar a dios en tierra apache |
Tengo que aprender a hablar el ingles |
Pues no tengo a donde ir ni tengo a quien querer |
Me vine de ilegal pero me ah ido muy mal |
Quisiera retachar a mi ciudad natal |
Aqui en este pais extraño a mi familia |
Y extraño a mi hogar |
Ya me he salvado varias veces de caer en prision |
Y es que tenido que atracar para sobrevivir |
Y si la migra no me ha apañado |
Es porque soy guero de rancho con los pelos parados |
Y aca ando de de indocumentado |
Estoy taloneando aca en el gabo |
Me vine de espalda mojada |
Pero la neta me ah ido de la patada |
(translation) |
I was always a bum without an occupation |
I wandered the world with no rhyme or reason |
One day I got the anguish of heeling |
And to the country of hamburgers I came to give |
Now I'm undocumented |
I'm heeling here in the gabo |
I came back wet |
But the net has gone from the scrub |
I have met two three friends who have done very well |
That they even have cars and the bills rain down on them |
But I already did everything here in this country |
And to make matters worse I don't chew English |
And I ended up undocumented |
I'm heeling here in the gabo |
And although I no longer wear my huaraches |
Here I learned to love God on Apache land |
I have to learn to speak English |
Well I have nowhere to go and I have no one to love |
I came from illegal but it has gone very badly for me |
I would like to challenge my hometown |
Here in this country I miss my family |
And I miss home |
I have already saved myself several times from falling into prison |
And it is that he had to dock to survive |
And if the migra hasn't helped me |
It's because I'm a guero from a ranch with my hair standing on end |
And I'm just undocumented |
I'm heeling here in the gabo |
I came back wet |
But the net has gone from the kick |