Tres Veces Mojado

When I left my land El Salvador
With the intention of reaching the United States
I knew I would need more than courage
I knew I might stay on the way

There are three borders I had to cross
I walked undocumented through three countries
Three times I had to risk my life
That's why they say I'm three times wet

In Guatemala and Mexico when I crossed
Twice I was saved from being captured
The same language and color I reflected
How is it possible that they call me a foreigner?

In Central America, given its situation both politically and economically
For many, there is no other solution than to leave their homeland, perhaps forever
The Mexican takes two steps and here he is, today they kick him out and the next day he's back
That's a luxury I can't afford without being killed or taken prisoner

Mexico is beautiful, but how much I suffered
Crossing it without papers is very hard
The five thousand kilometers I traveled
I can say I remember each one

In Arizona they told me: You will cross
And that I throw myself in the middle of the desert
Luckily a Mexican called Juan
Gave me a hand, if not I would be dead

Now that I finally achieved legalization
What I suffered I have recovered tenfold
I dedicate my song to the wet ones
And those who, like me, are wet three times