Me quedaria [English translation]

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!