Paroles et traduction Los Tigres del Norte feat. Juanes - La Jaula De Oro

La Jaula De Oro

Aqui estoy establecido,
En los Estados Unidos,
Diez aos pasaron ya,
En que cruce de mojado,
Papeles no he arreglado,
Sigo siendo un ilegal,
Tengo mi esposa y mis hijos,
Que me ls traje muy chicos,
Y se han olvidado ya,
De mi MEXICO querido,
Del que yo nunca me olvido,
Y no puedo regresar,
De que me sirve el dinero,
Si estoy como prisionero,
Dentro desta gran nacion,
Cuando me acuerdo hasta lloro,
Aunque la jaula sea de oro,
No deja de ser prision,
" Y ESCUCHAME HIJO,
TE GUSTARIA QUE REGRESARAMOS A VIVIR A MEXICO,"
What's talkin about dad,
I don't wanna go back to MEXICO,
No way dad,
Mis hijos no hablan conmigo,
Otro idioma han aprendido,
Y olvidado el espaol,
Piensan como americanos,
Niegan que son MEXICANO
Auque tengan mi color,
De mi trabajo a mi casa,
No se lo que me pasa,
Que aunque soy hombre de hogar,
Casi no salgo a la calle,
Pues tengo miedo que me hallen,
Y me pueden deportar,
De que me sirve el dinero,
Si estoy como prisionero,
Dentro desta gran nacion,
Cuando me acuerdo hasta lloro,
Aunque la jaula sea de oro,
No deja de ser prision,

The Golden Cage

I'm settled here,
In the United States,
Ten years have passed since
I crossed as an undocumented immigrant,
I haven't fixed my papers,
I'm still an illegal,
I have my wife and my children,
Who I brought here when they were very young,
And they have already forgotten,
My beloved MEXICO,
Which I never forget,
And I can't go back,
What good is money to me,
If I'm like a prisoner,
Inside this great nation,
When I remember I cry,
Even if the cage is made of gold,
It's still a prison,
"And listen to me, son,
WOULD YOU LIKE TO RETURN TO LIVE IN MEXICO,"
What's talkin about dad,
I don't wanna go back to MEXICO,
No way dad,
My children don't speak to me,
They have learned another language,
And forgotten Spanish,
They think like Americans,
They deny they are MEXICAN
Even though they have my skin color,
From my work to my home,
I don't know what happens to me,
That even though I'm a family man,
I hardly go out,
Because I'm afraid they'll find me,
And deport me,
What good is money to me,
If I'm like a prisoner,
Inside this great nation,
When I remember I cry,
Even if the cage is made of gold,
It's still a prison,