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English Translation from el mojado by Ricardo Arjona Wetback He packed a couple of shirts, a hat His call to adventure Six pieces of advice, seven photos A thousand recollections He packed his desire to remain His state of transforming himself Into the man that he dreamed of And has not achieved He said good-bye with a grimace disguised as a smile And supplicated to his crucified God on the mantelpiece For the protection of his family And he broke through (lit: perforated) the border As he could Chorus: If the pale moon slips Through any cornice Without any permission Why does the wetback need To show with visas That he is not of Neptune? The wetback has the desire to dry off The wetback is wet because of the tears that nostalgia evokes The wetback, the one without documentation Loads the packages that the legal would not load Not even when forced The torment of a piece of paper has turned him into a fugitive And he is not from here because his name does not appear in the files Nor is he from there because he went away {Chorus} Wetback He knows your truth through lies He knows anxiety through sadness Of seeing a freeway and dreaming of the path That leads to your house Wetback Wet from so much weeping Knowing that in some place Waits a kiss taking a break Since the day on which you left {Chorus} If the universal visa is issued On the day that we are born And it expires upon death Why do they persecute you, wetback If the consul of the heavens Already gave you permission? Return to El Mojado Return to Gallery 11 |