Lyrics of Emigrantes - Orishas

Emigrantes (original)

Oye dicen que…
Dicen que fue pa Europa
Y cuando llegó jaah
Tremenda desilusión
Díselo tú Ruzzo, ponle
Eh yo he
Lo que te digo aquí es bien real
Fácil, solo se trata de vivir
Comprender, resistir
Como Ave Fénix 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 paraíso
Y encontró desilusión
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Esos que llaman emigrantes
Son personas comunes corrientes
Oye mi gente
Por tener otro color
Otra forma de pensar
Otras culturas diferentes
Ya no me puedo quedar
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Esos que llaman emigrantes
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
Son personas comunes corrientes
Oye mi gente
Se lo canto a mi madre buena
Míralo que lindo suena
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Esos que llaman emigrantes
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
Estoy cantando pa mi gente
Triste, loco 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
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
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

(translation)

Hey they say...
They say it was for Europe
And when it came haha
tremendous disappointment
Tell him Ruzzo, put him
eh i have
What I tell you here is very real
Easy, it's just about living
understand, resist
Like a phoenix in a golden cage
Reviving, me, has not been easy
Represent in a year
The influences and hardships of this side
of the colonized continent
Exploited, marked, no trace
Sad, crazy the one who has left behind
His sun from him, his people and his shirt
Without thinking so far everything changes
And nostalgia tears you to shreds
Sad, crazy the one who has left behind
His sun from him, his people and his shirt
Without thinking so far everything changes
And nostalgia tears you to shreds
It's me, who collects what you don't eat
It's me who left my balls
I build your hope
Fucking scale 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 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 everything changes
And nostalgia tears you to shreds
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 shreds
understand what happened
Try, answer on your watch
Homelands and more on top
That a goodbye, he left without rhyme or reason
to look for a paradise
And found disappointment
I'm singing for my people
Those who call emigrants
They are ordinary people
hey my people
for having another color
another way of thinking
other different cultures
I can't stay anymore
I'm singing for my people
Those who call emigrants
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 my people
Those who call emigrants
They are ordinary people
hey my people
I sing it to my good mother
Look how cute it sounds
I'm singing for my people
Those who call emigrants
They are ordinary people
hey my people
For my people, for my people...
I'm singing for my people
Sad, crazy the one who has left behind
His sun, his people and his shirt
I'm singing for my people
Without thinking so far everything changes
And nostalgia tears you to shreds
I'm singing for my people
Sad, mad that you've left behind
His sun, his people and his shirt
I'm singing for my people
Without thinking so far everything changes
And nostalgia tears you to shreds
I'm singing for my people
Sad, crazy the one who has left behind
His sun, his people and his shirt
I'm singing for my people
Without thinking so far everything changes
And nostalgia tears you to shreds
I'm singing for my people
Sad, crazy the one who has left behind
His sun, his people and his shirt
I'm singing for my people
Without thinking so far everything changes
And nostalgia tears you to shreds