Yo Soy Papá 2 (part. Don Miguelo y Secreto 'El Famoso Biberón')

Since the April 1965 revolution
No politician has been able to change the situation
Because that was a matter of education
And he hasn't realized it

This is the Remix
I Am Dad

There are so many years of pain, a constant struggle
From utopian solutions they make distant changes
And at this moment, the voice of a singer
Emerge among the people with a defiant tone
Everything is wrong, buddy, just like before
Like the corrupt politician who is actually a criminal
And the sun sets today, constant pain
I'm heading towards failure, it's unthinkable
The republic sinks as it becomes confused
And the news broadcasts its lies
With this crisis, the devil would melt
Hatred is something common that abounds
My nation is dying from despair
To the Almighty who has compassion
The soul of a warrior bleeds from confusion
Don't allow that kind of betrayal, sir

Oh my God, how sad I am
See my country in severe crisis
Due to lack of employment and other
The pantry and refrigerator are so empty
The opportunity is scarce
Progress is quite the wait
If the mortality rate
It is the lively explosion that generates

If you are Dominican, raise your hand
And shout loudly to the wind with your heart
That you are Dominican
And that you are proud of the sugarcane, the tobacco and the rum

If you are Dominican, raise your hand
And shout loudly to the wind with your heart
That you are Dominican
And that you are proud of the sugarcane, the tobacco and the rum

Suffering is not seen with the naked eye
Smiling does not mean being happy
Today I am on the cover of a magazine
Without forgetting that I was in the Albergue house

Suffering is not seen with the naked eye
Smiling does not mean being happy
Today I am on the cover of a magazine
Without forgetting that I was in the Albergue house

This is not a question of criticism
This is not a matter of blah, blah, blah
Here's what needs to be proven
That we are Dominicans

This is not a question of criticism
This is not a matter of blah, blah, blah
Because it is very easy to talk
Sitting down and behind a keyboard

Oh my God, how sad I am
See my country in severe crisis
Due to lack of employment and other
The pantry and refrigerator are empty
The opportunity is scarce
Progress is quite the wait
If the mortality rate
It is the lively explosion that generates

Oh, if you are Dominican, raise your hand
And shout loudly to the wind with your heart
That you are Dominican
And that you are proud of sugarcane, tobacco and rum

Oh, if you are Dominican, raise your hand
And shout loudly to the wind with your heart
That you are Dominican
And that you are proud of sugarcane, tobacco and rum

I am proud to be Dominican
And wherever I stand
I will always represent dignity and respect

We only do it for a better country
For our flag
Dominican Republic

This is the Remix of a democratic song
Secret The famous Baby Bottle
Conscious Pencil
Don Miguelo
The warriors
NGP the soul in the instrumental
I am Dad
Long live the Dominican Republic
Forever and ever