And another of my favorite videos on the immigrant theme:

To The North!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBYO1ZfxxSM&ob=av2e

(lyric translation found on the web)

[Girl:]
A pair of legs that breathe in...
Venom from snakes...
By the way of the wind...
I go exhaling blazing water...

[Announcer:]
The day had begun enthusiastically and joyfully

[Spoken:]
-(He) says... Passport!
-Where you goin', luminary, in this night so ugly?
-Don't you dare?
-See how the road is. It's terrible!
-No man, how (can you say that), the road is the least of it
-What matters is for there to be a fight in you

[Estribillo (refrain):]
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I have your antidote...
For those without identity
We're identical...
To those who came without warning

I have your antilico*...
For those no longer here
For those who are
And those who come
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A nomad without a route
The negative energy, I make it crumble
With my hooves like a lamb's
I set out to cross the whole continent

Without compass, without time, without schedule
And if not by the legends
By stories packaged in cans,
By the tales the moon recounts
I learned to tread without a map
To walk without commodities, without luxuries
Protected by the saints and the witch doctors

I learned to write stupid **** in my notebook
And with the same language shake the whole planet
I learned that my village still prays because
The ****ing authorities and the ****ing royalty
Still move (with money) beneath the table
I learned to swallow depression with beer

My bosses, I spit at them from mountains
And with my very saliva I poison their champagne
I poison their champagne

[Spoken:]
I continue drinking rum...

In your smile I see a guerrilla
An adventure, a movement
Your language, your accent
I want to discover
What's already been discovered

Being an emigrant, that's my sport
Today I go north
Without passport, without transport
On foot, with my legs
But it doesn't matter, this man
Hydrates himself with the images my pupils capture

I trek with a set of landscapes in my backpack,
I plow forward with vitamins from chlorophyll
I march on with a rosary that watches over me

I dream of crossing the meridian,
Sliding by the cords of Aureliano's fourth
And reaching the edge hastily early
By the desert with my feet on the grill

We go beneath the earth like the squirrels
I'm gonna cross the wall
I am an intruder with a loner identity
And for that reason I turn into a diver
And I dive beneath the earth

So the guards won't see me and the dogs won't smell me
Grandma, don't you worry, know that on my neck hangs
The Virgin of Guadalupe

Hear, for all the emigrants of the entire world,
There goes that... Calle 13

This production artistic-cultural
Made with love and strength
Let it be a call of will
And hope for everyone, everyone

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