Lyrics of La Travesia - Joe Veras

La Travesia (original)

desde muy pequeño tuve un sueño,
de viajar y connocer el extranjero
en mi mente yo pintaba,
los rascacielos de colores frescos,
me dijeron que el dinero
se encontraba por montonesen el suelo
un dia del mes de octubre
del año no me acuerdo
e pa que yo mismo letras con un sueño
y sali de mi pais sin importar lo que dejaba
en cada puerto que llegaba me mojabay
en cada puerto que llegaba hay, hay, hay
hambre, frio, sueño
el viaje parecia eterno
gritos de mis compañeros
que estaban extrañando su pueblo
que estaban extrañando su pueblo
(una cancion con sentimientos de Veras)
(Joe Veras)
cada dia que pasaba era mas dificil
la travesia, los guardias, los perros todo el dia
nos perseguian y varios de mis compañeros
se quedaron flotando en ese sueño
y nunca lograron su fantasia
de los diez llegamos tres
a las calles de Manhattan mire usted
y yo que pinte rascacielos de colores frescos y ya usted ve
hambre, frio, sueño
el viaje parecia eterno gritos de mis compañeros
que estaban extrañando su pueblo
hambre, frio, sueño
el viaje se me hizo eterno
gritos, guardias y perros
pensaba que viajaba al infierno
y no fue como me lo pintaron
y no fue como me lo pintaron
y de los que llegamos juntos (la, la, la)
algunos ya son difuntos (hay, hay, hay)
y de los que llegamos juntos algunos ya son difuntos
digame usted que escucho la historia
si no merezco la gloria
digame usted que escucho la historia
si no merezco la gloria

(translation)

From a very young age I had a dream,
to travel and get to know abroad
in my mind I painted,
the cool colored skyscrapers,
they told me that the money
was found in heaps on the ground
one day of the month of October
of the year I do not remember
e pa que yo yo lyrics with a dream
and I left my country no matter what I left
in each port that arrived I got wet
in each port that arrived there is, there is, there is
hungry, cold, sleepy
the trip seemed eternal
shouts of my companions
that they were missing their town
that they were missing their town
(a song with feelings of Veras)
(Joe Veras)
every day that passed was more difficult
the crossing, the guards, the dogs all day
they persecuted us and several of my companions
they stayed floating in that dream
and they never achieved their fantasy
of the ten we arrived three
look at the streets of manhattan
and I paint skyscrapers in fresh colors and you see
hungry, cold, sleepy
the trip seemed eternal shouts from my companions
that they were missing their town
hungry, cold, sleepy
the trip seemed eternal
screaming guards and dogs
I thought I was traveling to hell
and it was not how they painted it for me
and it was not how they painted it for me
and of those of us who arrived together (la, la, la)
some are already deceased (there are, there are, there are)
and of those of us who arrived together some are already deceased
tell me you heard the story
if I don't deserve the glory
tell me you heard the story
if I don't deserve the glory