Visa Para Un Sueño
Juan Luis Guerra 4.40
Visa for a dream
It was five in the morning
A seminarian, a worker
With a thousand papers of solvency
That they don't give them to be honest
It was seven in the morning
And one by one to the slaughterhouse
Well, everyone has their price
Looking for a visa for a dream
(Bairorá, babá, babá, lairalá, laralá)
The sun burning their insides, ugh!
A comfort form
With a two by four photo
That melts in silence
It was nine in the morning
Santo Domingo, January 8
With the patience that runs out
Well there is no longer a visa for a dream
Oh, oh-oh, no
Looking for a visa for a dream
Looking for a visa for a dream
Looking for cement and lime visa
And on the asphalt, who is going to find me?
(Looking for a visa for a dream) uh, oh-oh
(Looking for a visa for a dream)
Looking for a visa, the reason for being
Looking for a visa not to return
(Looking for a visa for a dream) uh, oh-oh
(Looking for a visa for a dream)
(Seeking visa) the need
(Looking for a visa) how angry it makes me
(Seeking visa) power stroke
(Looking for visa) what else can I do?
(Looking for visa) to shipwreck
(Seeking visa) meat of the sea
(Seeking visa) the reason for being
(Looking for a visa) so as not to return
