DON'T CALL ME FOREIGNER By rafael Amor

<DON'T CALL ME FOREIGNER
Lyrics and music
By Rafael amor
The original vesion in Spanish
(NO ME LLAMES EXTRANJERO)




Don't call me foreigner,
because I was born far from here,
or because the name of the home
I come from has a different name.

Don't call me foreigner,
because I was born of a different womb
or because my childhood was cradled
by stories in another language

Don't call me foreigner,
through the love of a mother
we shared the same light
of lullabys and kisses,
with which we dreamed whilst
rested in our mothers chest.

Don't call me foreigner,
don't think about where I come from,
better to know where we go,
where time takes us.

Don't call me foreigner,
because your bread and fire
calm my hunger and cold,
and your roof shelters me
as it shelters you.

Don't call me foreigner,
your wheat is like my wheat,
your hand is like mine,
your fire like my fire,
hunger never warns,
and lives in us all.

Don't call me foreigner,
because of the path brought me,
because I was born in another village,
because I know other seas
and once I lifted anchor in another port.

Always the same
are the waves of goodbye,
are the tearful eyes
of those we leave far behind

The friends that speak of us
use the same prayers,
as is the love that dreams
of the day of our return




Don't call me foreigner
we carry the same soul
the same old tiredness
that has been dragging man
from the beginning of time,
when borders didn't exist,
before they came,
those who divide and kill,
those who steal, those who lie
those who sell our dreams,
those are the ones that invented
this word, foreigner

Don't call me foreigner,
it is a sad word,
it is a cold word,
it reminds of oblivion and exile.

Don't call me foreigner,
look at your child and mine,
how they run holding hands
to the end of the path

Don't call them foreigners
they don't understand languages
or boundaries or flags
look as they go to heaven
on the smile of a dove,
that reunites them in flight.

Don't call me foreigner
think of your brother and mine,
a body full of bullets
kissing the ground with its death,
They, were not foreigners
they always knew each other
through eternal freedom,
and equally free they died.

Don't call me foreigner
look deep into my eyes
beyond the hate,
the selfishness and fear,
you will see I am a man,
and you will see that I am you,
I cannot be a foreigner.





The original spanish version
NO ME LLAMES EXTRANJERO

No me llames extranjero, por que haya nacido lejos,
O por que tenga otro nombre la tierra de donde vengo
No me llames extranjero, por que fue distinto el seno
O por que acunó mi infancia otro idioma de los cuentos,
No me llames extranjero si en el amor de una madre,
Tuvimos la misma luz en el canto y en el beso,
Con que nos sueñan iguales las madres contra su pecho.

No me llames extranjero, ni pienses de donde vengo,
Mejor saber donde vamos, adonde nos lleva el tiempo,
No me llames extranjero, por que tu pan y tu fuego,
Calman mi hambre y frío, y me cobije tu techo,
No me llames extranjero tu trigo es como mi trigo
Tu mano como la mía, tu fuego como mi fuego,
Y el hambre no avisa nunca, vive cambiando de dueño.

Y me llamas extranjero por que me trajo un camino,
Por que nací en otro pueblo, por que conozco otros mares,
Y zarpé un día de otro puerto, si siempre quedan iguales en el
Adiós los pañuelos, y las pupilas borrosas de los que dejamos
Lejos, los amigos que nos nombran y son iguales los besos
Y el amor de la que sueña con el día del regreso.

No me llames extranjero, traemos el mismo grito,
El mismo cansancio viejo que viene arrastrando el hombre
Desde el fondo de los tiempos, cuando no existían fronteras,
Antes que vinieran ellos, los que dividen y matan,
Los que roban los que mienten los que venden nuestros sueños,
Los que inventaron un día, esta palabra, extranjero.

No me llames extranjero que es una palabra triste,
Que es una palabra helada huele a olvido y a destierro,
No me llames extranjero mira tu niño y el mío
Como corren de la mano hasta el final del sendero,
No me llames extranjero ellos no saben de idiomas
De límites ni banderas, míralos se van al cielo
Por una risa paloma que los reúne en el vuelo.

No me llames extranjero piensa en tu hermano y el mío
El cuerpo lleno de balas besando de muerte el suelo,
Ellos no eran extranjeros se conocían de siempre
Por la libertad eterna e igual de libres murieron
No me llames extranjero, mírame bien a los ojos,
Mucho más allá del odio, del egoísmo y el miedo,
Y verás que soy un hombre, no puedo ser extranjero.

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