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Papeles Mojados is a Spanish song which talks about illegal immigration in Spain. The music group is Chambao, they are used to play flamenco music with arabians roots. At first, I like this song because I like the singing way of the artist and the music too. Moreover the song discuss a very important theme in Spain. Since ten years ago, illegal immigration in Spain has grown a lot, people from South America, Asia, Eastern Europe and Africa has arrived to Spain illegaly and it has caused a lot of problems like their respective repatriation, poverty, rising crime, minors without education and people working illegaly.

Specifically, this song talks about the illegal immigration from Africa. People from Morocco, Mali, Senegal, Guinea, Ghana, Cameroon, Gambia and Mauritania tries to arrive to Spain by a kind of boats called “pateras” or “cayukos”. They pay a lot of money (money they have been saving all their life) to a person who promise them a job and a Spanish Visa. Obviously, that is a lie and

they take the boat in Morocco to cross the Strait of Gibraltar.

These boats are fully overpacked with men, pregnant women and children who have been betrayed by these human dealers. Usually these boats never arrive to the Spanish coasts because a lot of people drowns or starves to death.

Papeles Mojados appeals to fake Visas they bought before they enter in Spain.

Here goes the youtube link to you can hear the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ItV4u2gMUvw&feature=related

CHAMBAO - PAPELES MOJADOS

Miles de sombras cada noche trae la marea,
navegan cargaos de ilusiones que en la orilla se quedan.
Historias del día día, historias de buena gente.
Se juegan la vida cansaos, con hambre y un frío que pela.
Ahogan sus penas con una candela,ponte tu en su lugar,
el miedo que en sus ojos reflejan,la mar se echo a llorar.

Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños papeles mojaos, papeles sin dueño.
Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños papeles mojaos, papales sin dueño.

Frágiles recuerdos a la deriva desgarran el alma,
calaos to los huesos el agua los arrastra sin esperanza.
La impotencia en su garganta con sabor a sal,
una bocanada de aire le da otra oportunidad.
Tanta injusticia me desespera, ponte tu en su lugar,
el miedo que en sus ojos reflejan, la mar se echo a llorar.

Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños papeles mojaos, papeles sin dueño.
Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños papeles mojaos, papeles sin dueño.

Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños papeles mojaos, papeles sin dueño
Muchos no llegan, se hunden sus sueños papeles mojaos, papeles sin dueño

CHAMBAO – WET PAPERS

Everynight thousands of shadows are brought by the tide,

they navigate with a lot of hopes which die in the sand.

Stories about day by day, stories about good people.

They risk his life tired, hungry and freezing.

Put yourself in their place, their eyes show the fear, the sea begins to cry.

They don't arrive, their dreams drown, wet papers, papers without own.

They don't arrive, their dreams drown, wet papers, papers without own.

Fragile regards break the soul,
their bones are drenched and water drag them with no hope.

Powerlessness on their throat salt flavoured,

a gust of air gives them one more chance.

So many injustice makes me despair, put yourself in their place,

their eyes show the fear, the sea begins to cry.

They don't arrive, their dreams drown, wet papers, papers without own.

They don't arrive, their dreams drown, wet papers, papers without own

They don't arrive, their dreams drown, wet papers, papers without own.

They don't arrive, their dreams drown, wet papers, papers without own.

I hope you enjoy it.

Jaime O.