Pa'l Norte

Legs that breathe snake venom
Along the path of the wind I blow brandy

The day had started enthusiastically and happily

It says, passport!
Where are you going, luminary, on this ugly night?
Don't you dare?
Look at the road, it's bad!
No man, buddy, the road is the least of it
The important thing is to arrive

I have your antidote, for those who have no identity
We are identical, so he arrived without warning
I come quietly, for those who are no longer here
For those who are here and those who are coming

I have your antidote, for those who have no identity
We are identical, so he arrived without warning
I come quietly, for those who are no longer here
For those who are here and those who are coming

A nomad without direction
I destroy negative energy
With my lamb hooves
I set out to travel the entire continent

No compass, no time, no agenda
Inspired by legends
For stories packaged in a can
For the stories that the moon tells

I learned to walk without a map

Going for a walk without comfort, 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
They still move under the table
I learned to swallow my depression with beer

My patrons, I spit it out from the mountains
And with my own saliva I poison his champagne
I poisoned his champagne

(I'm still drinking rum)

I have your antidote, for those who have no identity
We are identical, so he arrived without warning
I have your antilic, for those who are no longer here
For those who are here and those who are coming

I have your antidote, for those who have no identity
We are identical, so he arrived without warning
I have your antilic, for those who are no longer here
For those who are here and those who are coming

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's my sport
Today I'm going north without a passport, without transportation
On foot, with the legs
But it doesn't matter, this man hydrates

With what my pupils portray
I carry a couple of landscapes in my backpack
Loaded with chlorophyll vitamin
I carry a rosary that watches over me

I dream of crossing the meridian
Sliding down the strings of Aureliano's cuatro
And arrive early to the shore (to the shore)
Through the desert with grilled feet (on the grill)

We go underground like squirrels
I'm going to cross the wall
I am an intruder with the identity of an inmate (of an inmate)
And that's why I became a diver

And dive underground
So the guards don't see me and the dogs don't smell me
Grandma don't worry
That the Virgin of Guadalupe hangs on my neck

Hey, to all the emigrants around the world
There it goes: Calle 13

I have your antidote, for those who have no identity
We are identical, so he arrived without warning
I have your antilic, for those who are no longer here
For those who are here and those who are coming

I have your antidote, for those who have no identity
We are identical, so he arrived without warning
I have your antilic, for those who are no longer here
For those who are here and those who are coming

I have your antidote, for those who have no identity
We are identical, so he arrived without warning
I have your antilic, for those who are no longer here
For those who are here and those who are coming

This artistic-cultural production (artistic-cultural)
Made with love and effort
Be like a call of will
And hope for everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone