Orange Sky: A Song for Southern Immigrants by TOMA 7.28.19

Mixed version

 

Cuando les preguntas, what’s her name?

I’m not sure they’ll remember, de dónde vino

But ask a Frenchman, he’s sure to know, lo tiene en sus venas

And I’m sure if you look closer, you’ll know, quién tiene la culpa

 

Somewhere a man has nothing to call his own

And he’s looking for something to call his own

And he realizes, he’s only got one life that’s his own

Over the border is a sunrise, all its own

 

Un hombre dice un cliché: “The best things in life are free”

Un otro hombre argumenta: “What’s the price of liberty?”

“Depends who’s asking” dice uno, living in poverty

Se ríe otro, “What of the white man’s manifest destiny?”

 

Un hombre no tiene nada que llamar suyo

El busca algo para llamarlo propio

El sabe que tiene una vida que es suya

Sobre la frontera es un amanecer, todo su propio

 

When you take one man’s freedom for the comfort of another

That ain’t no way to treat a brother

Father, sister, cousin, baby, mother

Watch how the human race treats each other

 

Un hombre no tiene nada que llamar suyo
And he’s looking for something to call his own

El sabe que tiene una vida que es suya

Over the border is a sunrise, un cielo naranja

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