- 我在美墨边境上买的就是这盘CD。查古狗Lila Downs获得很多音乐杂志的好评。这是她的网页www.liiadowns.com
这是我非常喜欢的几首歌，大都是用西班牙文唱的。
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Under a black veil of smoke
The valley of anxiety opens
Concrete blocks and cement
The saintly herb, the boxes of detergent
In this valley of asphalt and lead
Chili, tortilla and salt to eat
At xochimilco lake
I imagine a golden eagle…
Down the Zaragoza exit,
By the houses with grey walls
Between the patios, the clotheslines
The country’s new clothes
Being forged by hands and labor
Stone on stone, the construction
From the province, I brought a dream
To this big lake, city of the sun
I cry for my beloved homeland
Because I am so far away
With a deadened soul
I also cry for her
The one who is lost
And I , lost for her
Tooth and tooth, blood with blood
Valley of lead, mistaken machine
Crazy with asphalt
Dust, rain, thunders from the pay-off commission
Little scares you
Little you like
Everything you swallow
Everything you blame
Stone with stone
Data with data
What is the bar code on your epitaph?
Tooth and tooth, blood with blood
No one responds for these streets
In the distance, the electric cables
Make a next of traveling shadows
And at the corners all the dead
The drains steal your dreams
From millions, a rain of tears
From their enchantments and frustrations
Between the stones of a dead lake,
The lament of a city is heard
Another colony extends itself
Another family, no salary and no home
But the plant keeps blooming
Everyone struggles to win each day,
We all enjoy life for a while
Transit passes, comes and goes
Land
When did you come to America the free?
Who are your ancestors what is your creed?
Who is the father and the son and the we
What is the spirit that sought liberty?
When did you come to America
Long long before when the baffalo waked
When did your hands burn like coals?
The thing that made this land
Your pride and your joy
When did you come to America?
I came to help you grow
To harvest your crops
I came to build your roads,
Your cities and your thoughts
Say you don’t need me
But you know what you got
Say you’re American but what does it mean?
You are the particle the dust in the scheme
Now that you have all the things that you want
Did you ever look around to see who you forgot?
I really don’t know who I am but I will
I know there's a purpose
There’s a reason for me to be here
Dust is to dust hail thee memory
Even if they grind me, still dust I will be---
Good for nothing
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The bearded men came on boats
And everyone said, "the gods have come"
Now the "wetbacks" go up north but nobody says,
Welcome, brothers,
If the dollar calls us the "raza" keeps going
If the "gringo" asks for it, it suits the "paisa"
The narcs, and the border patrol
Catch you, and then give you their blessing
In Chiapas, women and children were praying
Machetes and gunshots stained
The fatherland, has claimed it's blood from progress
But those people, who’ve been sacrificed,
As your same race—the Indian, the black
the "mestizo", the whitish one
they all march to "beautiful Mexico"
but where did justice and shame go?
If bloodbaths go to limbo-the blood that runs from
sacrifices, it had to be
Your and your habits, matzo
Don't go too far and look in the mirror
Because when you look
You won't like what you see
Your face is dark, but you want to be while
But you really like your taco and tortillas
Ay yaya ya yay, sing and don’t cry
Because hearts are contented, beautiful Mexico
By singing
We sing, Mexican, to the call of war
But we’re not crazy enough to go to the mountains
Tourists and foreigners come here in vain
What do they worry for—human rights?
If justice here is good for nothing
The line
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Over there at the edge of the world
The factory doesn’t sleep
From his wasteland the child of the sun was born
With cloth and herbs the medicine woman rubbed
The skin of that little mulatto boy
Who’s skin grew feathers
Oh what is this marvelous thing that was caused by
the NAFTA
From an imaginary line from a chivi chivi colo
That a boy with moon eyes sang flowery words
This material world is only a passing thing
Corn flower, the sky is guarding you
Plains of fire, the earth that bore you
Spirit of the earth spirit of the ocean
Spirit of that luck that must walk and walk
The failed bracero
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When I left the ranch, I didn’t even wear underwear,
But I made it to Tijuana hitchhiking, since I had
no money
I would stand on the corners to see who would let me
eat their chicken necks
Then you see, what happened-I got to Santa Ana
with scratched out feet,
The sandals I was wearing got used up right away, the
hat and shirt I lost
When they chased me, these white ones when they
almost caught me
I got on the road dying of hunger and tired, I got on
a cargo train comin’
From Colorado going to san Francisco on a wagon I
sneaked on but with such
Bad luck that they caught me in Salinas
Then you see, what happened-the migra showed up
grabbed me by the hand
Telling me I don't know what, they scolded me in
English the "gabachos"
They told me you got to go back to your farm, but I felt
really bad, having
To go back to my country, as a failed bracero, with no
money and no nothin’
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