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In the poor neighbourhoods where he grows up
The devil was stronger than the angels
Everything the grown-ups taught him
It was to lie a little too early
And we called him Chicano
Free as the air of Mexico
Barefoot in childhood
Without knowing what would be tomorrow
What will be, will be
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
It is your life Chicano
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Attention Chicano
Chicano
For two matches, a piece of bread
He followed the kids his age
And in the evening in a garden
They shared all their treasures
And we called him Chicano
Free as the air of Mexico
Barefoot in childhood
Which ended a little too early
Between four walls a little too cold
He is finishing his adolescence
For stupidity than before
He has committed without knowing
When we called him Chicano
The kid of the Mexico roads
Who wanted to come out of the shadows
And make room for the sun
What will be, will be
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
It is your life Chicano
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Attention Chicano
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
It is your life Chicano
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Attention Chicano
Chicano
