Mojado [English translation]

He packed a pair of shirts, a hat

His vocation of adventurer, six tips, seven photos

A thousand memories

He packed his desires to remain

His condition to transform himself

into the man he has dreamed of

But has not achieved

Said goodbye with a grimace disguised as a smile

And he pleaded with his God crucified on the shelf

The preservation of what is his

And he penetrated the border

However he could

If the smooth moon slips

Through whichever cornice

Without permission from anyone

Why does the wetback need

to prove with visas

that he is not from Neptune?

The wetback wants to dry himself

The wetback is wet with tears caused by nostalgia

The wetback, the undocumented

Carries a weight that the documented wouldn't carry

Even if obligated

The search for a paper turned him into a fugitive

And he isn't from here because his names doesn't appear

in the archives

Neither is he from other there (home) because he left

If the smooth moon slips

Through whichever cornice

Without permission from anyone

Why does the wetback need

to prove with visas

that he is not from Neptune?

Wetback

Your truth tastes like a lie

Your anxiety tastes like sadness

To see a freeway and dream with a road

That leads you to your home

Wetback, wet from crying so much

Knowing in another place

Waits a kiss that's been on pause

Since the day that you left

If the smooth moon slips

Through whichever cornice

Without permission from anyone

Why does the wetback need

to prove with visas

that he is not from Neptune?

If the universal visa extends

from the day we're born

and expires at death

why do they chase you, wetback

if the consul of the heavens

already gave you permission

• Artist:Ricardo Arjona
• Album:Adentro (2005)