Pa'l Norte [English translation]

A pair of legs that breathe in

Venom from snakes

Traveling on the path of the wind

I blow blazing water

Each day had begun enthusiastically and happily

He says: "Passport!

Where are you headed, boy

In this night so ugly?

Do you not dare?

Look how the road is!

It's terrrrible!"

No, man, how can you say that?

The road is the least (of my problems)

What is really important is to have strength

I have your antidote

For those without identity

We are identical

To those who came without warning.

I have peace of mind

For those no longer here

Those who are here

And those who come. (2x)

A nomad without direction

I crush the negative energy

With my hooves like a lamb

I set out to roam the entire continent

Without a compass, without time, without an agenda…

and if not by the legends

by stories packaged in cans

by the stories told by the moon, I learned how to walk without a map.

To go for a walk

Without commodities, without luxuries

Protected by saints and witches

I learned to write idiotic shit in my notebook

And with the same language that shakes the planet

I learned that my village prays every day

Because of the fucking authorities and the royal bitches!

They still move underneath the table

I learned to swallow my depression with beer.

I spit on my bosses from the mountains and poison their champagne with my own saliva

I poison their champagne…

and continue drinking rum…

I have your antidote

For those without identity

We are identical

To those who came without warning.

I have peace of mind

For those no longer here

Those who are here

And those who come. (2x)

In your smile, I see a guerrilla,

an adventure, a movement.

Your language, your accent,

I want to discover what has already been discovered.

Being an immigrant, this is my sport

Today I go north without a passport, without transportation

By foot, with my (animal-like) legs

But it doesn't matter if this man hydrates himself

with images my pupils capture

I travel with a pair of landscapes in my backpack

I load up on vitamins from chlorophyll,

I march on with a rosary that watches over me.

I dream of crossing the meridian

Slipping on the cords of Aureliano's cuatro (stringed instrument)

And reaching the edge early

In the desert, it's like my feet are on a grill

Let's go underground like squirrels

I'm going to cross the fortress walls

I am an intruder

with the identity of a recluse

and therefore, I turn into a diver

and dive beneath the earth

so the guards won't see me and the dogs won't smell me

Grandma, don't worry

Because on my neck hangs the Virgin Mary (Our Lady of Guadalupe)

Hear this for all of the immigrants for the entire world…going beyond…Calle 13

(Chorus 2x)

This artistic-cultural production was made with love and strenth. Let it be a call of will and hope for all, everyone...