Tomb of resistance
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Hear how it is, feel how it goes.
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That sounds before all time. |
always firmly
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Hear how it is, feel how it goes. |
In the peal is that there is certainty
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Hear how it is, feel how it goes. |
from which the root grows,
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It grows deep and does not cease.
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Hear how it is, feel how it goes. |
Feel… the cadence of clarity
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Hear how it is, feel how it goes. |
Q the music picks up and paints.
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Documenting reality.
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Hear how it is, feel how it goes. |
And we continue to grow...
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Oé, Oé We are the fruit of our yesterday
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A little from here, a little from there
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We are the fruit of our yesterday With some salt and pepper from now.
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We are the fruit of our yesterday Generation that does not delay in growing up.
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We are the fruit of our yesterday
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Fruit of the tradition of singing our history
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We are the fruit of our yesterday Documentar
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Memory We are the fruit of our yesterday
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So as not to forget easily We are the fruit of our yesterday
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And propose the present
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We are the fruit of our yesterday
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On your marks ready out, banned
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The one who thinks of defeat when the race begins
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I wake up in the morning with ideas in my mind
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Hey people,
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I got the day of my luck
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Because I have decided to be alive and I am not shy
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the negative
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I write, I write what I feel and I live
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Like roots that extend without measuring reach
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It is what we are
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We look at the horizon sky
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Look forward and backwards or to pick up momentum
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My heart is pounding set my pulse
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Sign of life and presence
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I always go for excellence
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And I keep abuse and ignorance at a distance
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Tell me if it is false or true
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Tell me if there is a consensus that we are more than 10.8
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Q came out in the census
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What are we, we are oasis in front of the desert
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And what am I, I am proudly black and I represent
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And what are we, we are a beautiful people who walk
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And what am I, subject who gives thanks for life
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And what are we, always 25 in the Caribbean
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And what am I, master of ceremonies
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Or participate in my story
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I feed my memory there is no room for forgetting
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There is a long way to go, I ask you, are you with me?
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And what are we, we are an oasis in front of the desert
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We are the fruit of our yesterday
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And what am I, Caribe and I proudly represent
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We are the fruit of our yesterday
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And what am I, subject who gives thanks for life
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We are the fruit of our yesterday
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And what are we, we are a beautiful people who walk
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We are the fruit of our yesterday
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And we are the fruit of our yesterday
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We are the fruit of our yesterday
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Eee fruit of our yesterday
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We are the fruit of our yesterday
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Fruit of the honey cinchona tree
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We are the fruit of our yesterday
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It is what we are |