Frijolero (en inglés)

Frijolero
I am already until the mother that they put me hat
He/she listens then when I say you don't call me frijolero.
And although some respect exists and let us don't put the noses
We never inflate the currency making war to other countries.
We pay you with petroleum and our interests debt
Meanwhile we don't know who stays with the fair?
Although they make us the fame that we are salespersons
Of the drug that we sow you are consumers.

Don't call me foreigner, you fuc*** beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me foreigner, you beaner.
Don't tell me beaner, mr. puñetero
I will take out you a fright for racist and culero.
Don't call me frijolero, scullion foreign puñetero.
(Chingao)
Now i wish i had to you tell me for every it sails it cheats
I've gotten stared down for being in the wrong side of town.
And to rich man i'd be if i had that kind of chips
Lately i wanna smack the mouths of these racists.
You will be able to imagine from out, to be a Mexican crossing the frontier,
thinking of your family while you happen, leaving all that you know behind.
if you had you to avoid the bullets of some country foreigners
Will you continue them saying good for nothing wetback?
if you had you to begin of zero.
Now why don't you look down
to where your feet is planted
That u.s. soil that makes you take shit for granted
If not for sacred ell, just to let you know
That where your feet plows planted would be mexico
Correct!

Don't call me foreigner, you fuc*** beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me foreigner, you beaner.
Don't tell me beaner, mr. puñetero
I will take out you a fright for racist and culero.
Don't call me frijolero, scullion foreign puñetero.
Don't call me foreigner, you fuc*** beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me foreigner, you beaner.
Don't tell me beaner, mr. puñetero
I will take out you a fright for racist and culero.
Don't call me frijolero, lousy foreign gringo(pinche that?)
puñetero.
In this powerful song 'Frijolero' by Molotov, the lyrics address the complex issues of national identity, discrimination, and stereotypes. The song challenges the labels and insults hurled at Mexicans, rejecting the divisive rhetoric of calling someone a 'frijolero' or 'beaner.' It calls for respect and understanding between people, regardless of nationality....