(Luis Fonsi)
Do not call me foreing
why born far away
Or because it has another name
the land where I come from
Do not call me foreing
why the breast was different
Or why do I hold my childhood
Another language of the stories.
Do not call me foreing
yes in the love of a mother
we had the same light
in the song and in the kiss
they do not dream the same
the mothers against his chest.
(Ricardo Montaner)
Do not call me foreing
do not even think about where I come from
better to know where we are going
where the time takes us.
And do not call me a foreigner
why your bread and your fire
they calm my hunger and my cold
and shelter your roof.
And do not call me a foreigner
your wheat is like my wheat
your hand is like mine
your fire is like my fire
and hunger never warns
nor does it change its owner.
AND YOU CALL ME FOREIGN
WHY I BROUGHT A ROAD
WHY BORN IN ANOTHER PEOPLE
WHY I KNOW OTHER COUPLES
AND SARPE ONE DAY FROM ANOTHER PORT
IF THEY ALWAYS LEAVE THE SAME IN THE GODDESS
THE SCARVES AND THE BORROUS PUPILS
OF THOSE WHO LEAVE AWAY
THE FRIENDS WHO NAME US
AND THE KISSES ARE EQUAL
AND THE LOVE OF THE ONE THAT DREAMS WITH THE DAY OF THE RETURN
DO NOT CALL ME FOREING
WE BRING THE SAME CRY
THE SAME OLD TIREDNESS
THAT COMES DRAGGING
THE MAN FROM THE FUND
OF THE TIMES
WHEN NO BORDERS EXIST
BEFORE THEY VINED
THOSE WHO DIVIDE
AND THOSE WHO STEAL
THOSE WHO LIE
THOSE WHO SELL OUR DREAMS
THOSE WHO INVENTED ONE DAY THIS WORD
'FOREIGN'
(Luis Fonsi)
Do not call me foreing
what a sad word
what is a word nothing
by oblivion and exile.
(Ricardo Montaner)
Do not call me foreing
look at your child and mine
how they run hand in hand
until the end of the trail.
(Together)
Do not call me foreing
they do not know languages
of limits or flags
watch them go to heaven
for a laughing dove
That does not meet on the flight.
Do not call me foreing!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)