I would stay

Spanyol

Me quedaria

Ladies & gentlemen!
Welcoming to the stage!
It's a great pleasure to present to you!
From San Juan, Puerto Rico..."

Conocimiento...
Conocimiento...
Conocimiento...
Hoy quizás comience a vivir...
O me toca morir...

Aquí nací, aquí me crié
Aquí viví pero no moriré
Tengo que buscar un mejor futuro
Aunque el camino sea duro, man
Es que del cielo no me cae un peso
Trabajo todo el día sin ver el progreso
Ya me cansé de este maldito gobierno
No podemos buscar los santos en el infierno
La misión es cruzar la frontera, corre como atleta
Que allí nos espera una lluvia de balacera
La orden viene de Washington...
La oposición que no les importa quién muera
El sol me quita la fuerza, pero tengo un alma guerrera
Si las cosas fueran diferentes en mi país
De corazón yo...

Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me quedaría...

Yo vivo orgulloso de la tierra en que nací
De la cultura, de mi país...
'toy hecho con raíces sinceras...
No te equivoques, yo vivo por mi bandera
Pero no aguanto el abuso del gran tirano
Es un demonio disfraza'o en cuerpo de humano
El pensamiento no es libre...
Pa' buscarnos el pan hacemos hasta lo imposible
Como mi gente en Quisqueya...
Nos fuimos en balsa, no se pongan flojos
Que en el Caribe se encuentra el mar rojo
Cae la sangre, Señor, por galones
Me comen o me como vivo a los tiburones
El hambre y la sed me hicieron sus victimas
Pero no dejaré que me atrape Marítima
Si las cosas fueran diferentes en mi país
De corazón yo...

Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...

Bienvenidos a la tierra prometida
Donde millones caminan muertos en vida
Un país lleno de oportunidades
De racismo y desigualdades
Es que por ser latino...
'toy claro que el Tío Sam no me quiere de sobrino
Pero quiere mi mano de obra...
Vivo en persecución, vivo la explotación
Salir a trabajar aquí es como ir a una misión
Trabajo con presión, pensando en la prisión
Con miedo a que me lleve una gente de Inmigración
Mi familia y amigos 'tan a mi alcance
Pero corren peligro de ir a la cárcel
Somos tarjeta de tiro al blanco
La amenaza del hombre blanco
Porque seguimos en crecimiento
La lucha no para, ¿me escuchaste bien?
La lucha no para, pongo mi mente a correr
Superando toda trampa ideológica
Que impone este circuito de poder
Sus leyes ciegas, sordas y mudas
Hijos de Pilatos y Judas...
Si las cosas fueran diferentes en mi país
De corazón yo...

Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me queda', me quedaría...
Me quedaría...
Me quedaría...
Me quedaría...

No cabe duda!
Que hay una discriminación!
Contra los inmigrantes aquí en este país!
Pero, ¿y los inmigrantes que llegan a nuestros países?
¿Cómo los tratamos?
¿Estamos unidos o estamos divididos?
Hazte la pregunta!
Todo es una cadena!

Try to align
Angol

I would stay

Ladies & gentlemen!
Welcoming to the stage!
It's a great pleasure to present to you!
From San Juan, Puerto Rico..."

Knowledge
knowledge
knowledge
I may start living today
or it may be my turn to die

I was born here, I was raised here
I lived here but I won't die here
I gotta search for a better future
even if the road may be hard, man
as not a single peso (currency) falls from the sky
I work all day but see no progress
I'm tired of this damned government
we can't look for saints in hell
the mission is to cross the border, run like an athlete
as a rain of bullets is awaiting us there
the order comes from Washington
the opposition, which doesn't care who may die
the sun takes my strength away, but I've got the soul of a warrior
if things were different in my country 
from the bottom of my heart I...

.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...

I am proud of the land where I was born
of my culture, of my country
I'm made of sincere roots
don't get me wrong, I live for my flag
but I can't bear the abuse of the big tyrant
it's a demon disguised in a human body
the thoughts are not free
to earn our bread we do all we can
like my ppl in Quisqueya
we left in a raft, don't get slack
as the Red Sea is in the Caribbean
the blood is flowing, oh Lord, by the gallon
the sharks will eat me or I'll eat them alive
thirst and hunger made me their victim
but I won't let the marines catch me
if things were different in my country 
from the bottom of my heart I...

.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...

Welcome to the promised land
where millions walk while dead in life
a country full of chances
of racism and inequalities
I know well that Uncle Sam doesn't want me as a nephew
coz I'm a latino
but he wants my labour
I am persecuted, exploited
to go out to work here is like going on a mission
I work under pressure, thinking of prison
fearing I may be taken away by an immigration officer
my family and friends are nearby
but they are at risk of going to jail
we're a shooting target
a threat to the white man
as we keep increasing (in numbers)
the struggle can't stop, did you listen it well?
the struggle can't stop, I set my mind running
to overcome all ideological traps
imposed by the power circles
their laws which are blind, deaf and mute
children of (Pontius) Pilate and Judas
if things were different in my country
from the bottom of my heart I...

.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...
.. would st, would stay...

There's no doubt 
there's discrimination
against immigrants in this country
but what about the ppl who migrate to our countries?
how do we treat them?
are we united or divided?
ask yourself that question
it's all a chain!

Kűldve: citlalli Szombat, 21/08/2010 - 22:47
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