El Invisible (part. Milo j)

La-ra-ra-ra-lai-la, la-ra-ra-ra-ra
La-ra-ra-ra-lai-la, la-ra-ra-ra-rai-ra

Tin can house
Collapse and forgetfulness
With others like me
I live by the river

Never went to school
Can't read or write
And they're fighting
For my vote

When night falls
I go out with my kids
To dig through the trash
Of the buildings

I dream of a dream
That’s forbidden to me
I’m the invisible
The one who’s never been

(Come in, teacher)

Blessed are the fortunate
Blessed are the rich
They get everything
With their last name

I get angry
If I have a drink
My blood boils
Holding back a scream

(Excuse me, folks, how nice you’re singing)

I’ve never joined
Any party
I don’t want handouts
I’m not a beggar

I dream of a dream
That’s forbidden to me
I’m the invisible
The one who’s never been

La-ra-ra-ra-lai-la, la-ra-ra-ra-lai-la
La-ra-ra-ra-lai, la-ra-ra-ra-rai-la

Keep the chaya chaying, keep the trace tracing
Keep the chaya chaying, keep the trace tracing
Let’s make the cacharpaya and not let it leave crying
Let’s make the cacharpaya and not let it leave crying