La Historia (feat. Eva)

Esta es la historia De un Guanaco del El Salvador Ullendo de la guerra En los ochentas si senor Esta es la historia De un Guanaco del El Salvador Ullendo de la guerra En los ochentas si senor I was only seven years old when I was told We'd be leaving everything behind And heading for the streets of gold Some call United Snakes Watching my cousins break Dance headpin to windmill 1985 when shit was real Bullets ringing in the distance Hearing my people's resistance On my way from school Watching the palm trees Sway up in the tropical sky Just a young child didn't know why There was a war going on But I became aware as my life went on Packing our bags cuz my life was in danger Death was no stranger knocking on our door And our only way I was to leave El Salvador Two years after 84 Esta es la historia De un Guanaco del El Salvador Ullendo de la guerra En los ochentas si senor I remember waving goodbye To my childhood with a tear in my eye With family and friends gathering nearby Give them one last look Before we hit the friendly skies Not knowing whether we would survive On the journey that lay ahead Would we end up dead? Only god knew our destiny If me and my family Would make it into this country Crossing by land through the Mexican terrain On our way to the city of rain Walking through the hot desert sands My Mom with my baby bro in her hands Risking our lives in order to survive Was the reality of thousands that fled The bloodshed of the warfare of the 80s With immigrant babies Esta es la historia Una historia De un Guanaco Del Salvador