| You will not be alone,
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| battalions of soldiers will come looking for you
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| who have enlisted in your peace guerilla.
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| And I in the front row of combat
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| opening trenches
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| to protect us, my guerrilla.
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| You will not be alone,
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| they will greet you as you pass in a thousand languages, with a thousand languages,
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| the people you woke up on every trip,
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| those who slept in the streets,
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| those you asked,
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| for their hope, for their disaster.
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| there will be no distances
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| that does not cover any man who looks for you.
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| There will be no corner where your name is not pronounced.
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| There will be no mystery or doubt that your presence does not shine,
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| beacon of solidarity in the absence of peace,
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| in difficult times Polar Star.
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| You will never be alone.
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| You will not be alone,
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| there will always be someone who splits in two at each farewell,
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| who gives you encouragement when you give up.
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| Your revolution will fill smiles,
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| I incorporated it into my tools
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| from work, to my life.
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| Nail your roots in me today.
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| Who could keep you in Madrid.
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| We will visit places we have
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| gone before together,
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| before I met you
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| before meeting you.
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| You will not be alone,
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| there will always be someone to help you make the changes,
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| Whoever gives you hands, flowers, presences without asking for anything.
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| And I'll be there to love you
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| and even if I'm not,
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| I will be there to love you.
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| You will not be alone.
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| No, you will not be alone.
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| You will not be alone. |