| Beautiful garden, memory of the past
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| Bright cradle of my first love
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| Beautiful garden, memory of the past
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| Bright cradle of my first love
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| You witnessed the
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| Of the vile words, of the
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| Of the fake woman
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| that sullied my honor
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| That's why I remember you
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| And today I come to visit you
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| to bury the fruit
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| From that your disfavor
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| I can never forget
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| that your beautiful garden
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| It has only been the cause
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| of all my pain
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| Beautiful garden, memory of the past
|
| Bright cradle of my first love
|
| Beautiful garden, memory of the past
|
| Bright cradle of my first love
|
| You witnessed the
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| Of the vile words, of the
|
| Of the fake woman
|
| that sullied my honor
|
| That's why I remember you
|
| And today I come to visit you
|
| to bury the fruit
|
| From that your disfavor
|
| I can never forget
|
| that your beautiful garden
|
| It has only been the cause
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| of all my pain
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| I don't trust anymore
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| I don't trust anymore
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| I don't trust women anymore
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| I don't trust anymore
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| Pablo:
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| That's pure story
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| That's pure son
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| Hey women, geez!
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| I carry them in my heart
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| Both:
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| I don't trust anymore, I don't trust anymore |
| I don't trust women anymore
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| I don't trust anymore
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| Pablo:
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| That's what I feel
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| that is my passion
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| But if they look at me, wow!
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| melt my heart
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| Both:
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| I don't trust anymore, I don't trust anymore
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| I don't trust women anymore
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| I don't trust anymore
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| Pablo:
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| That's pure story
|
| That's pure son
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| Hey women, geez!
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| I carry them in my heart
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| I don't trust anymore, I don't trust anymore
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| I don't trust women anymore, I don't trust women anymore |