El Invisible (part. Cuti Carabajal y Milo j)

La-ra-ra-ra-lai-la, la-ra-ra-ra-ra
La-ra-ra-ra-lai-la, la-ra-ra-ra-rai-ra

Tin can house
Crumbling and forgotten
With others like me
I live by the river

Never went to school
Can't read or write
And they’re fighting
For my vote

When night falls
I go out with my kids
To dig through the trash
Of the buildings

I dream of a dream
That’s forbidden to me
I’m the invisible
The one who’s never been

(Come in, teacher)

Blessed are the rich
Lucky are the wealthy
They get everything
With their last name

I get angry
If I have a drink
My blood boils
Holding back a scream

(Excuse me, folks, you sound great singing)

I’ve never joined
Any party
I don’t want handouts
I’m not a beggar

I dream of a dream
That’s forbidden to me
I’m the invisible
The one who’s never been

La-ra-ra-ra-lai-la, la-ra-ra-ra-lai-la
La-ra-ra-ra-lai, la-ra-ra-ra-rai-la

Keep the chaya going, keep the trail blazing
Keep the chaya going, keep the trail blazing
Let’s make the cacharpaya and not let it leave crying
Let’s make the cacharpaya and not let it leave crying