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We get the job done.


Nos levantamos very early, for what?

Para que nos apoden como vagos.

We're tired of thinking we're not worth anything, por qué somos los que

trabajan day to day por el salario.

We come from a different place we live now

mirando for an opportunity.. opportunity to have a better life, poniendo la vida

en juego to get out of the situation of our old home..

Looking for any job opportunity in this city plagada de oscuridad

thinking about the future, y todos los riesgos that we could pass..

Saltando muros or swimming, no matter where, pero no lo hago en vano.

I'm going to get to my dream, because I don't focus on the obstacles, yo solo

me fijo en mi meta.

We are like Jesus, we do the impossible.

If you ask us something we will do it..

Con un pico y una pala, te construimos un castillo.

There is nothing to stop us.

we are immigrants, we are immigrants.

The road to happiness is difficult, it is not something that can be easily reached..

But at least we try to earn our happiness.

 

-Facundo Castro

 
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