(English Translation)
Wetback
He packed a pair of shirts, a hat,
Wetback
He packed a pair of shirts, a hat, His vocation of adventurer, six pieces of advice,seven photos, A thousand memories
He packed his desire to stay there, His condition of transforming into the man he has dreamed of But has not achieved
He said goodbye with a frown disguised as a smile And he pleaded with his crucified God on the shelf to preserve his family And he penetrated the border as he could
If the moon smoothly slips into any cornice Without any permission Why does the wetback need to prove with visas that he is not from Neptune?
The wetback wants to dry off The wetback is wet with tears from nostalgia
The wetback, the undocumented ,Carries a burden that legal he wouldn’t carry Even if forced.
This torture of a role has turned him into a fugitive And he isn’t from here because his name’s not in the files Nor from there because he left
If the moon smoothly slips into any cornice Without any permission Why does the wetback need to prove with visas that he is not from Neptune?
Wetback, Your truth tastes like a lie Your anxiety tastes like sadness To see a freeway and dream of the way That leads you to your home
Wetback, wet from so much crying Knowing somewhere Waits a kiss that’s been on pause Since the day that you left
If the moon smoothly slips into any cornice Without any permission Why does the wetback need to prove with visas that he is not from Neptune?
If the universal visa extends from the day we’re born and expires at death
why do they persecute you, wetback,if the consul of the heavens already gave you permission
