1. My city as if taken out of sleep
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Walking its streets, I wonder why I live here
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Why is it different though apparently the same?
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Why do I just see them when I open my eyes in the morning
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The next day is getting up in a city I know well
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Here it started I stood at the gates of life
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He has been observing the same view outside the window for years
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You ask how it is in my city
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I say it feels good here
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Although in the framework closed in the shade of the blocks it remains
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The theme of everyday life that gives me joy
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This is not an entry in the ID under the place of residence column
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These are my memories which I do not refuse
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Everyone has a place like this, that's how it is all arranged
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I was born to stand up for him
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In love with his world, although there are still millions of complaints
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In love with his city, enslaved by his love
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Ref .: I spend all my time here in the city where
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A crowd of people you know
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Where the same noise and the same village streets
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Dangerous neighborhoods
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Shiny cars and wasted mouths
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Chasing cash just to calculate profits
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It's not my fault I live here in the city where
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There is no sleep
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2. My city is awake, the pace changes every now and then
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Like this boy over the card, he has so many ideas
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My city, my angel, my city, my plans
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He has been associated with him for years with his heart devoted all the time
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All the faces of the city make up the whole of this structure
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Beautiful houses and gray walls are teeming with life next to each other
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It is more convenient to live here, say such educated people
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Try not to catch your mouth when you have a deficit in your pocket
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There are no rules, except for freedom, except for limitless jealousy
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Maybe not more convenient, but certainly more logical
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All sorrows and joys radiate in the heart of this city
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This is more than one stupid thing that sometimes overwhelms me
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You can hear the music that pulsates in the city smog louder
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For what I have I thank God all the time
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Filled with joy with the time of love, the time has come
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Belonging and faith are the strengths of my city
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Ref .: I spend all my time here in the city where
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A crowd of people you know
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Where the same noise and the same village streets
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Dangerous neighborhoods
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Shiny cars and wasted mouths
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Chasing cash just to calculate profits
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It's not my fault I live here in the city where
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There is no sleep
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3.The sky over the city is burning, and the night cuts your bloody veins
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Restless my city described in simple rhymes
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Watches from afar love its secrets
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Pensive, I continue passing streets
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Old market, new market and so many familiar faces
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I was born here. The best moments of my life
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Forbidden beloved place where it is not bright
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Beloved city when he wants to own a part
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I spend all my time here watching its changes
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All the time with this coat of arms, I am devoted to it with my heart
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I live here all the time, I took my first steps here
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And not big beautiful houses but tall gray blocks
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The Colosseum of attractions when traveling at night
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You listened to the first verse, you already know how it feels here
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Walking its streets, he observes the city's changes
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Cold brewery just after dark, I continue walking with the guys
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Ref .: I spend all my time here in the city where
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A crowd of people you know
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Where the same noise and the same village streets
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Dangerous neighborhoods
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Shiny cars and wasted mouths
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Chasing cash just to calculate profits
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It's not my fault I live here in the city where
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There is no sleep |