Yeah, the Village, Ana Tijoux
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Cuba and Chile, feel it
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Yo, yo, this is another story in the memory of another corner of the planet
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Another victory without glory scum like a thorn penetrates
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Another metra sound that feels from another fucking corner
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That the president did not visit
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Other criminals storming your mind
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Armed with the problems of his people
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Others like you carry mistakes, feel
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Survivors, freeloaders, that alone makes us different
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At the lowest, come where you live up to date
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You tell me a day when there is not a fake that you count, come
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Where does this woman live who does everything for money
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For her son to feed on her
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Where you don't go you say it's dangerous, the ghetto
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The oka drug, but do not shut up those who introduced them
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The gangs kill each other, the police mistreat
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While the real mob eats with silverware
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It is our reality, we do not know luxury
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Everything comes and goes, nobody controls the flow
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Much need within little space
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Let's go faster, because we live slowly
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Vices, idlers, there is no law
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Business, partner, there is no break
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Hallelujah we live on the street
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Our house is bigger than yours
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I know that love, love without love is gone
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When money took over faith
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That behind everything there is always interest
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But in spite of everything I keep standing
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Firm! |
that I keep eh eh
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All the time if they ask you, say that we are from the street!
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I know that love, love without love is gone
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When money took over faith
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That behind everything there is always interest
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But in spite of everything I keep standing
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Firm! |
that I keep eh eh
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All the time if they ask you, say that we are from the street!
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Cuba, Chile and Latin America
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Santiago, Havana, the united capitals
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Center, south, mountain range or plain
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Valley that walks towards the island...
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From the boardwalk the Alamedas will open
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The candles and the light with their wakes will be lit
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Sentinel on soles, aftermath on footprints
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Revolt the schools, the caution does not let go
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She is the street, she is the mother
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She is the grandmother of all the pillars
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The one that does not leave you, much less abandons you
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The one that does not let you go if life collapses you
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She is the base that is assessed, she is your house
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She is a piece of cement, it is your corner, and it is your plaza
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The one that does not fail you, the one that does not shut you up
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If you cry on her skirt, she hugs you on her wall
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The one that everything looks at, observes you and drifts
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Dodge aggressively, the most lively exit
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Explosive of life, without saliva regulations
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Creative and active, from the most combative street
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That she saw her mantle being born, that she saw so many fall, so many
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That no amount would be enough for how many
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Firm and strong for all those absent
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Firm and strong for all present
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I know that love, love without love is gone
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When money took over faith
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That behind everything there is always interest
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But in spite of everything I keep standing
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Firm! |
That I stay, eh eh
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All the time if they ask you, say that we are from the street!
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Yeah, I come from a dark place, full of shadows
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Where the laws do not respect the law they put
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Where physical injustice, step on, everything is bought
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And the sale that turns inspires the lie that surrounds us
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Keep your faith strong, don't let mischief
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What spiritual affects you
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Nor do they affect your soul, infect it
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Brake without braking, tilt your forehead
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The view is heavy, the people rush down the track
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And humanity only thinks of silver
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And in the sad, sad sadness remains free, cold, and frivolous does not weigh
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Lava you that, the lava burns you
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Nothing remains for you or nothing remains for you
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End that thirst that ends your being
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Dig into your being and nail your feet where you can
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The blood runs, mistakes there is no one to erase
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Forres ay responsibly and norres
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Take a deep breath because you can fall like the towers
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And it will not resist seeing that your being is not dishonored
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The end is here, a rooster sings
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The street is a ring
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Where king of kings we want to be your horse
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They stick out their hands at the speed of lightning
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And more expensive than a Rolls Royce of the year, you get the faults
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Ana Tijoux e' corduroy and you
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In Chile they pay in dollars and charge in Cu
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Like in Panama pucha I fight so that they hear my voice
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In a place where the corrupter reaches up to God
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I know that love, love without love is gone
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When money took over faith
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That behind everything there is always interest
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But in spite of everything I keep standing
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Firm! |
that I keep eh eh
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All the time if they ask you, say that we are from the street!
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close your eyes
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close your eyes
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close your eyes |