They built houses that they will never live in The foreigners who are exiling for their children They are millions who are now working On construction sites where they die from time to time Despite the boredom, despite the effort Around a fire, in the evening they sing again That thanks to God, in truth It is America that they will find They built houses that they will never live in The foreigners who are exiling for their children They face dangers for modest projects The foreigners who leave us indifferent Look at them, fly in the evening Seeking in vain the friendship of a look That of contempt on their way Their America is still far away What would we do if they left? I'm sure we'll regret them Let's bring them a little joy Our America owes them that Let's bring them a little joy Our America owes them that They built our houses Thank you for watching!