Inmigrant´s blue

We are living in Europe, but we come from South America
Now my children got something to eat, but nothing get to feed their souls
Was I wrong to have came here? I just did it for them
Because here you got some chance at least
They are always sad and break my heart

*When Sunday come I ever make a party
With all the Latin Americans and anyone who wanna come
A lot of music from our longing country
We make exploit the house every Sunday
And somehow we are closer to home*
Juanito and Cecilia also seem to feel it

When Monday come, turn sad faces back
But life must go on and with broken hearts we drive to the end
I give a damn about my heart, but only theirs
I have decided to come because I got a steady job
And two kids to feed and bring up
But what if I lost that one, there´s no job there
And the day I die what will be there for them?

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Juanito miss his friends but he get used somehow
In the other hand Cecilia don´t do, she always cry
I love them with all my soul
I hope they don´t hate me for having changed the ground under their feet

When weekend is already upon us our hearts smile
And that little pieces of land turn back to our minds

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