Inmigrantes

I walk through the streets that once
kept my childhood secrets
and today, no, today, I can't find them.

Some barking echoes on the wall
I hear voices from yesterday
and no, I don't arrive on time.

Today I found all the broken windows
and I become just another newcomer
everything has changed and I don't find myself.

The iron cranes destroyed my country
there's only cement, it's the gray progress
sorry, sorry, I don't see it.

Like a poorly covered truck of straw
I left my soul everywhere
it went, it went crumbling.

Today I found all the broken windows
and I become just another newcomer
everything has changed and I don't find myself.

And it's true that time doesn't wait for you
today I'm just another foreigner here
an immigrant of discouragement.