Black beans on the stove, malta in my hands
Tears in Alba’s eyes as she dreams of a far away land
«I’ve been stripped of my country, I’ve been spit on by my race»
I said «It’ll be okay!» as I wiped a tear from her face
And she said «No quieroir la mentira que vivo aqui!»
«Yo quiero volver a mi pais!»
«You’ll never know the pain that I feel inside
I’ve been stripped of my country and robbed of my pride
I don’t know where I’m gonna go but I don’t belong here!»
