I want to give you the reason
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And I must give you the reason
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From the source that is drunk
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It is for the source that dies
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That your land is in your skin
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For her you sigh what hurts you
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And you look me in the eyes and they tell me come
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And they tell me come...
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And it goes further, of the flags you already live inside my being
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And it suits me and it suits me
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I no longer want anything bad from you to be
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I do not extract your care
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I have a sigh for you to invite me
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I want to say or not to say
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Let me tell you that I go like this
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I don't want to give you my emotion
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Nor should I give you my emotion
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you're already out
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The mind of the llanera harp is heard
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Lito, you guys are making me a coffee pot
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The wound in your heart, it does not close
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Look, don't shut me up, if you don't shut up, enough is enough, I don't want to be in the middle
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But it's late now, in the Caribbean there is fear
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The carei is going to bleed, in the Caribbean there is fear and snow
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They have stolen your warmth
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Enough already, I don't want to be in the middle
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But I saw the palm trees cry between the ice
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The maguey is going to bleed, in the Caribbean there is fear and snow
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And the coconut doesn't ripen
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I want to give you my warmth
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And I must give you my warmth
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And you look me in the eye
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And you tell me come and you tell me come
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You are a source everyone drinks
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They thirst for you to dry
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I don't want to hurt and I don't want to hurt
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But I don't want to hurt you anymore of my not being
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old door
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Open a window to consciousness
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I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to hurt you
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That no one stalks you
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and it is the earth
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I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to hurt you
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The wound in your heart won't close
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Look, don't shut up, if you don't shut up, you'll be waiting for me, I know
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Enough already, I don't want to be in the middle
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But it's late now, in the Caribbean there is fear
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The carei is going to bleed, in the Caribbean there is fear and snow
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They have stolen your warmth
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Enough already, I don't want to be in the middle
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But I saw the palm trees cry between the ice
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The maguey is going to bleed, in the Caribbean there is fear and snow
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And the coconut doesn't ripen
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Enough already, I don't want to be in the middle
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But it's late now, in the Caribbean there is fear
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The carei is going to bleed, in the Caribbean there is fear and snow
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They have stolen your warmth
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Enough already, I don't want to be in the middle
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But I saw the palm trees cry between the ice
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The maguey is going to bleed, in the Caribbean there is fear and snow
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And the coconut doesn't ripen
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Enough already, I don't want to be in the middle
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But stay away, in the Caribbean there is fear
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The carei is going to bleed, in the Caribbean there is fear and snow
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They have stolen your warmth
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Enough already, I don't want to be in the middle
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But I saw the palm trees cry between the ice
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The maguey is going to bleed, in the Caribbean there is fear and snow
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And the coconut doesn't ripen
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The carei is going to bleed
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In the Caribbean there is fear and snow
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Come give me your heart for me beautiful land
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And sing me this joropo
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Until the coconut ripens
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that the world needs it
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And for you I go crazy |