He packed a pair of shirts and then a hatSome good advice, a fading mapAnd seven photographsThat held a thousand memoriesHe folded up a mother's prayer for luckLeft the home he'd always lovedJust to become someone he'd only ever dreamed ofAnd he cried and said goodbyeAs he disguised a sorry smileAnd in his hand he held a crossAnd asked his God to keep his loved ones in his armsBefore he headed for the border and was goneEl mojado tiene ganas de secarseEl mojado está mojado por las lágrimas que bota la nostalgiaEl mojado, el indocumentadoCarga el bulto que el legal no cargaría ni obligadoAnd he hides between the linesLike he's a man without a countryBecause nobody where he's from or where he's beenWill sign the paper that says where he belongsIf the moon can move across the blueWith nothing to prove and with no one's permissionThen why is the price so highAnd be denied this freedom when he's only human?MojadoThe bitter truth tastes like a lieNow as you gamble with your lifeYou cross the freeway all aloneAfraid the road won't lead you to someplace to call homeMojadoMojado de tanto llorar sabiendo que en algún lugarTe espera un beso haciendo pausa desde el día que te marchasteTry not to rememberSi la visa universal se extiendeEl día en que nacemos y caduca en la muerte¿Por qué te persiguen, mojadoSi el cónsul de los cielos ya te dio permiso?And if we were born to live and breatheIf our souls are free and dreams are universalThe right to dream a better lifeCan't be denied when heaven gave us all permissionIf the moon can move across the blueWith nothing to prove and with no one's permissionThen why is the price so high?Who can deny his freedom when he's only human?Oh-oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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Édgar Ricardo Arjona Morales (Jocotenango, Sacatepéquez, 19 de enero de 1964), conocido artísticamente como Ricardo Arjona, es un músico, cantautor, arreglista, actor, productor musical y ex baloncestista guatemalteco. Su estilo abarca géneros musicales como…
