| She sings a little veiled flexible like the wind
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| It's a timeless melody without words
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| She sings with her eyes closed bending her neck
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| Diving in a country far away from you
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| So the words she improvises
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| Are made of violence and colors
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| Her voice that was fluid at first breaks and grows stronger
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| Like soul wounds deep in the bark
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| But where does this infinite sweetness come from?
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| This sensuality mixed with modesty
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| Her beautiful hands when they land
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| On a shoulder or on my arm
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| Everything is changing
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| We forget about death we go away
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| She sings the red earth the dry the barren
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| She sings of the proscribed men, the landless in the cities
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| The girls in black and all the children in the streets
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| The long years without rain and those we never saw again
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| She's got that gift that light to sing words to her land
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| The dream that cradles her becomes a great ravaging wind
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| And then innocently speaks of love and warmth
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| But where does this infinite sweetness come from?
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| This sensuality mixed with modesty
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| Her beautiful hands when they land
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| On a shoulder or on my arm
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| Everything is changing
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| We forget about death we go away
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| She sings words that she improvises
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| Came from far from the depths
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| Her voice that was fluid at first breaks and grows stronger
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| She is life death fragility and strength
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| She is life death fragility and strength |