Adult Unisex t shirt with band logo in gray.
Logo by Josel Cruz
Size Chart
Unisex - Chest
S- 18”
M- 20” L- 22”
XL- 24”
Unisex - Length
S- 27"
M- 28"
L- 29"
XL- 30"
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lyrics
Los Niños Del Desierto
Con miedo y la cara fria, sale el sol y el nuevo dia
Trae con si la posibilidad
De dejar la pesadilla atras, de alcanzar un sueño al despertar
Y con la frente en alto andar
Jugo, pan, y ave marias, madres suben con sus crias
A la troka sin mirar atras
Las palabras quedan ya de mas, El horizonte brinda su calzar
Y el desierto a caminar
Y no hay refugio del intenso sol, hay tres botellas de agua y tortas de jamon
La mochila casi ya vacia,
La comida de mi madre y el rosario que me dio
Por que estoy listo pa cruzar, por que estoy listo pa cruzar
Por que estoy listo pa cruzar - mi nueva vida comenzar
Pasan horas, pasan dias, pasan hambre y noches frias
pasan pero no pueden cruzar
Las palabras quedan ya de mas
El desierto viene a reclamar su tarifa que es mortal
Y no hay refugio del instenso sol, Labios cortados, secos, sabor a dolor
Que alguien encuentre escrita esta cancion,
Pa que le cuenten a mis padres por el rumbo que fui yo
Y ahora estoy listo pa soñar, porque estoy listo pa soñar
Por que estoy listo pa soñar - en lo pudo y no sera
Children Of The Desert
With fear on a cold face, the sun comes out and with the new day
It brings with it the possibility
Of leaving the nightmares behind, to reach a dream while awake
and to walk with my head held high
Juice, bread and Holy Marys, mothers climb up with their young
To the truck and never look behind
Words are overdone, the horizon offers its sole
and towards the desert we walk
And there is no resting from the intense sun
There are 3 water bottles, and ham sandwiches
The book bag almost empty, my mother’s food and the rosary she gave me
And I’m ready to cross, yes i’m ready to cross
Because i’m ready to cross, and my new life to start.
Passing hours, passing days, passing hunger and cold nights,
Passing but they cannot cross
Words are overdone
The desert comes to claim its mortal entry fee
And there is no resting from the intense sun
Cut up lips, dry with a taste of pain
Hope that someone finds this written song
So they can tell my folks through what paths I have been
And now i’m ready to dream, and I’m ready to dream
Because i’m ready to dream, about what could have been but was not.
Cuñao is a Los Angeles-based, Latin Folk group . They use their South American background & influences to create evocative,
poetic songs that transcend time and leave listeners with lush images. A group of multi-ethnic musicians, Cuñao puts a global twist on their Latin sound by exploring African rhythms, Eastern European melodies and American Rock aesthetics....more
