51 lines
978 B
Plaintext
51 lines
978 B
Plaintext
Siembra Tu Luz
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More than a symbol, your name
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It is a river that makes seas
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Is a volcano that never sleeps
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It is a silence that burns me
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Is plowing time life
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With the sword
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Which drives away the suffering
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Only blows hopes
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How to heal wounds
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If there is pain in the eyes
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Because you are not dreams
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A love that rain
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The weeping for children
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The bread which never reaches
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Because I do not swelled in the oven
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An ingenious morning
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Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
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Chorus:
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Animate and go for a walk!
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Find the Road
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Which you must lead
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Put a thousand bullets
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A word!
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Let's go, freedom;
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And open his sky
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To your desires
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Sow your light, Che Guevara!
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He took his death
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The key to these locks
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And now they shout from inside
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Those who are still locked
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Those with fear
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wove past
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For silent mourn
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A dream beheaded.
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ancient ostriches
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I do not share inheritance
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They are those who hide
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In the first pain of a nail
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Clean all your shame
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You hid the hand
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That he threw the Pierdra
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To sell your brother.
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Chorus |