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(feat. Orishas)
Legs that breathe... snake venom... along the path of the wind... I blow burning water
The day after day has begun enthusiastically and joyfully
[ROLDAN:]
It says... Passport
[Chorus:]
I have your antidote... Pal' who has no identity
We are identical... Pal ' that arrived without warning
I have your antolic... For those who are no longer here, for those who are here and those who are coming [x2]
A directionless nomad, I destroy negative energy
With my sheep's hooves I decided to travel the entire continent
Without a compass, without time, without an agenda...
Inspired by the legends
With stories packaged in a can, with the stories that the moon tells I learned to walk without a map...
To go on a walk without comforts, without luxury... protected by saints and witches...
I learned to write carbonerías in my notebook and with the same language shake the entire planet...
I learned that my people still pray because the fucking authorities and the fucking royalty... still move under the table... I learned to swallow the depression with beer...
My employers I spit from the mountains and with my own saliva I poison their champagne...
I poison their champagne...
[ROLDAN :]
I keep drinking rum...
[Chorus:]
In your smile I see a guerrilla, an adventure, a movement...
Your language, your accent... I want to discover what was already discovered...
Being an emigrant that is my sport...
Today I am going north without a passport, without transportation... on foot, with my legs. ...but it doesn't matter, this man hydrates himself with what my pupils portray...
I carry a couple of landscapes in my backpack, I carry a chlorophyll vitamin, I carry a rosary that watches over me... with crossing the meridian, sliding along the ropes of Aureliano's cuatro...
And arriving very early to the shore... through the desert with grilled feet...
Beneath the land like squirrels, I'm going to cross the wall... I am an intruder with the identity of a recluse... and that's why I become a diver... and I dive below the earth...
So that the guards don't see me and the dogs don't smell me... grandma, don't worry, the Virgin of Guadalupe hangs on my neck...
[ROLDAN:]
Hey, everyone emigrants from the whole world... there goes that... Calle 13
[Chorus x2:]
(OFF) This artistic-cultural production made with love and effort is like a call of will and hope for everyone, everyone...