Fronteras Cruzar - Cap 7 (part. Negro Jari)
La Cebolla
Crossing Borders - Chapter 7 (feat. Negro Jari)
Yeah, he's black, he's my black man and I love him
Yeah, she's a gypsy, she's my gypsy and I love her
And I want to walk
Hand in hand and cross borders
They say I should be with a gypsy
I say I should be with who I love
Getting married without love ain't marriage
It's submission
I don't care about his race
I care that he makes me happy
That he understands me and gives me security
A lot of love and peace, stability
I remember I used to say
That I'd never be with a black man
But life surprises you
The heart doesn't understand race
If you don't get this
You're behind the times
Your racist comments
You know where I shove them
Yeah, he's black, he's my black man and I love him
Yeah, she's a gypsy, she's my gypsy and I love her
And I want to walk
Hand in hand and cross borders
I thought the best for me
Was to be with a rich girl
And now I see that the best
Is to let the heart choose
They said a gypsy no
Will only bring you trouble
But I'm in love with her
I've never met a better woman
In love, there are no flags
No one sex or another, there are no borders
If there are minds that won't evolve
In the twentieth century, they won't move on
She smiles and so do I
And in that, race didn't matter
It doesn't matter what bad things you say
As long as the one above blesses us
Yeah, he's black, he's my black man and I love him
Yeah, she's a gypsy, she's my gypsy and I love her
And I want to walk
Hand in hand and cross borders
We're loving each other
And you're suffering our relationship
We're loving each other
And you're suffering our relationship
Here racism dies
Here racism dies
Here racism dies
And love is born