| It is very difficult to see the original
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| In these times when everyone imitates
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| Diversity is no longer exercised
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| And in music many sound the same
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| Difficult to distinguish between one and the other
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| Everything becomes Mambo and Chorus
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| It hurts the son that little by little
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| With repetition it loses its shine
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| And in art you must have a seal
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| Something that stands out among the people
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| With imagination create the beautiful
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| And make it distinct and different
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| Because in life you must walk straight
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| Pay tribute to those who deserve it
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| With imagination create the beautiful
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| And make it different, different
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| I put my heart
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| I also put my mind
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| And the product turned out
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| quite distinct and different
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| Something I bring you a son to conquer your mind
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| I know you will find it different, different
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| I'm not saying it's the best
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| I do not want to be imprudent
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| But if it has a flavor that pleases the most demanding
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| Something I bring you a son to conquer your mind
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| I know you will find it different, different
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| I want everyone to know
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| And tell the whole world
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| That the Cuban son was, is and will be
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| always the first
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| Something I bring you a son to conquer your mind
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| I know you will find it different, different
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| something has to say
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| The music that is invented
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| But if it is good and original
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| People appreciate it more
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| Something I bring you a son to conquer your mind
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| I know you will find it different, different
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| Something I bring you a son to conquer your mind
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| I know you will find it different, different
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| I'm going to sing to the world
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| And my people already know
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| That this is what I sing... different, different
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| looks like the others
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| that is only apparent
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| Mine tastes… different, different
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| My name is Felix Valoy
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| I want to tell people
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| That now we are going to guaracha... different, different
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| If you want I sing something else
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| Today I feel complacent
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| But my new son will be… different, different
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| Something I bring you a son to conquer your mind
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| I know you will find it... different, different |