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Description
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Arranger: Bob Benozzo
Recording Engineer: Pedro Pimentel
Recording Engineer: Rubén García
Lyrics and translation
Original
Muchos no llegan. Papeles mojados. Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños.
Papeles mojados, papeles sin dueño.
Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños.
Papeles mojados, papeles sin dueño.
Miles de sombras cada noche traen la marea.
Navegan cargados de ilusiones y que en la orilla se quedan.
Historias del día a día, historias de buena gente.
Se juegan la vida cansados, con hambre y un frío que pela.
Ahogan sus penas con una candela, ponte tú en su lugar.
El miedo que sus ojos reflejan, la mar se echó a llorar.
Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños.
Papeles mojados, papeles sin dueño.
Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños.
Papeles mojados, papeles sin dueño.
Sin dueño. Sin dueño.
Frágiles recuerdos a la deriva desgarran el alma.
Hasta los huesos el agua lo arrastra sin esperanza.
La impotencia en su garganta con sabor a sal.
Una bocanada de aire les daba otra oportunidad.
Tanta injusticia me desespera, ponte tú en su lugar.
El miedo que sus ojos reflejan, la mar se echó a llorar.
Tanta, tanta injusticia nos desespera, pongámonos en su lugar. El miedo que sus ojos reflejan, la mar se echó a llorar.
Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños.
Papeles mojados, papeles sin dueño.
Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños.
Papeles mojados, papeles sin dueño.
Muchos no llegan. Papeles mojados.
Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños.
Papeles mojados, papeles sin dueño.
Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños.
Papeles mojados, papeles sin dueño.
English translation
Many do not arrive. Wet papers. Many do not arrive, their dreams sink.
Wet papers, ownerless papers.
Many do not arrive, their dreams sink.
Wet papers, ownerless papers.
Thousands of shadows every night bring the tide.
They sail full of illusions and stay on the shore.
Stories of everyday life, stories of good people.
They risk their lives tired, hungry and bitterly cold.
They drown their sorrows with a candle, put yourself in their place.
The fear that her eyes reflect, the sea began to cry.
Many do not arrive, their dreams sink.
Wet papers, ownerless papers.
Many do not arrive, their dreams sink.
Wet papers, ownerless papers.
Ownerless. Ownerless.
Fragile memories adrift tear the soul.
The water drags him down to his bones without hope.
The impotence in his throat tastes of salt.
A breath of air gave them another chance.
So much injustice makes me desperate, put yourself in their place.
The fear that her eyes reflect, the sea began to cry.
So much, so much injustice makes us desperate, let's put ourselves in their place. The fear that her eyes reflect, the sea began to cry.
Many do not arrive, their dreams sink.
Wet papers, ownerless papers.
Many do not arrive, their dreams sink.
Wet papers, ownerless papers.
Many do not arrive. Wet papers.
Many do not arrive, their dreams sink.
Wet papers, ownerless papers.
Many do not arrive, their dreams sink.
Wet papers, ownerless papers.