86 lines
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86 lines
1.5 KiB
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Alma Morena
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Bring it brings the glow
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As a rumor
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No stone was to be silent
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Soul guayacán
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Arrímale!
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The coal fire arrímale
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Arrímale!
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Fruit to the arrímale love
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racial fever
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Alma morena
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ancestral cry
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He bit my grief
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And I go out drinking
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By the tremors of your flesh
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By ancient springs
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Of the copper arrisco your thirst.
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America!
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Indioamérica!
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Latin America!
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Woman's voice
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Andean waist
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serious Animal
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Ladino female
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thy nakedness
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Flower gives me better
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your skin.
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Swollen to the bone spills
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Stately salt your pupils
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Plethoric light up the flame
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Willing to answer for injuries
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They forgot those who know
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The root tames not flying
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As you can measure wind
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Mild breeze
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O blood rebalsa
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No more history
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That is not written
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Which does not fit in the manuals
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Which leads to aching veins
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Seals ruthless colonial
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Climbing up
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Foam is enlarged
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Tree growing
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Sniffing in his shadow
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Thirsting for glare
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Look for the sap
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Open to the outside like a rose
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Resolved memory
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feel human
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A hidden essences trepidar
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A stupor of primordial traces
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A tireless flight that animates
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Aroma back
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Wind
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And everything returns
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Because life is to start again
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If logic is the staff that judges us
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You return your dream
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Indian Che Guevara.
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Arrímale!
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The coal fire arrímale
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Arrímale!
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Fruit to the arrímale love
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racial fever
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Palmar de stars
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fruit rain
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He left his footprints
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Walk again yesterday
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For your earliest roots
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Where dripping morning
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And tender of a new dawn
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America!
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Indioamérica!
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Latin America!
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Woman's voice
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Andean waist
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serious Animal
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Ladino female
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thy nakedness
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Flower gives me better
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your skin.
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