And today I went to visit her walking between tombstones
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And I realized that life here is very fast
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Although I have said it before, I want to remember it today
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Like when you remember a story
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That shouldn't be told, but you hear a voice
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What does he tell you, sing it, he demands you please
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Narrate to your peers the reason for what I am
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The story that repeats itself in many lives
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But that not everyone can express with your gift
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And that is why you must serve as a connection
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That's what singers are for, to touch the heart
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The story we are talking about goes like this
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There is a child in Venezuela who grew up like any other
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Playing on streets and sidewalks without much concern
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It is easy for children who play anyway
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Without thinking that the world outside was created for the lion
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Laughing you pass the time, playing you forget the hunger
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Until you understand the difficult situation
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When you see a kid outside playing with his Nintendo
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Seeing how his two parents are like on television
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They don't fight, they hug, they spend time with the child
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Communication link, phrases of love are said
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There is a guy in Venezuela who little by little understands
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That life is different and could be better
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The child who has already grown up by the whims of fate
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He's come a long way, he lives only with a grudge
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Nothing dreams or sleeps, he does not trust even his friends
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Because he knows that the path was created for the lion
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And with a shell it goes, it goes, it goes
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And all black and white go, go, go
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In a mirror one day I saw him and he told me with his voice
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Boo! |
How is it to see you?
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And with a shell it goes, it goes, it goes
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And all black and white go, go, go
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One day I saw him in a mirror and he told me with his voice
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Boo! |
How is it to see you?
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The boy is a teenager and lives alone with his father
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Because his mother of him is gone, they say to a better world
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His father works hard, but while he is away
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The street that is hot, serves as a tutor
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He must grow up early, he knew his brother died
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And although they have not asked him, he caused him a serious pain
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There is a man in Venezuela who little by little understands
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That life is different and could be better
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And now he is one more adult than he lives among the souls
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From her memories of him she sees the days as pages
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Of a book without an end that seeks to end it today
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Like when you see the end of a story without having read anything
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But you feel that today must be finished
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The heart tells him that life is suffocating
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He locks himself in his room
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To write to feel that he is not here
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And with a shell it goes, it goes, it goes
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And all black and white go, go, go
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One day I saw him in a mirror and he told me with his voice
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Boo! |
How is it to see you?
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And with a shell it goes, it goes, it goes
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And all black and white go, go, go
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One day I saw him in a mirror and he told me with his voice
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Boo! |
How is it to see you?
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There is a guy in Venezuela who wants to die in peace
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He plans to shoot himself on a bench in the alley
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Until a blind man told him that life is a breath
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It is enough to see it differently, so that it is better
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The blind man changed his life from him inspired him to write more life
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Find a way out of every hurt and situation
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A poet in Venezuela sings with his head up
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What reason tells you and what your heart dictates
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However, lies often provoke anger
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Which is why he can't completely throw away the grudge
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There is a guy in Venezuela that even if they say what they say
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He is real like anyone who feels grudge and love
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And today I went to visit her walking between tombstones
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And I realized that life here is very fast
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Soon I will accompany him, meanwhile I will
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To fulfill the mission that I have here, yes
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And with a smile it goes, it goes, it goes
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And all with determination go, go, go
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One day I saw him in a mirror and he told me with his voice
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Boo! |
How is it to see you?
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And with a smile it goes, it goes, it goes
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And all with determination go, go, go
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One day I saw him in a mirror and he told me with his voice
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Boo! |
How is it to see you?
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How is it to see you?
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How is it to see you?
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How is it to see you? |