| Letra de Como Who Looks at a Wait Yesterday I saw what was happening
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| Going down the Malal Cure
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| Dodging the toscal
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| Looking for the wild straw
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| He wore the kettle on his belt
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| And the barrier in hand
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| And it looked like an airplane
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| When the wind hit him
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| Going down the Malal Cure
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| Yesterday I saw what happened
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| I didn't even ask him
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| From where and pa 'where he was going
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| That he's not even going to waste his saliva
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| I told myself when he would see me
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| And so it was in such a way
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| I did not even manage to greet him
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| And I dedicated myself to looking at it
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| Like who watches a wait
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| From where and pa' where diva
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| I didn't even ask him
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| Do not close the gate
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| To the owner of the horizon
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| I told myself sniffing the mountain
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| With rest of spring
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| Do not award him a trench
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| What nobody wants to hide
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| And it's enough not to move
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| To walk a whole life
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| To the owner of the horizon
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| Do not close the gate
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| He was looking for the sky
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| Since he was a lamb
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| And I lived chewing the scream
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| For the never of a longing
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| Pa' not to fly
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| He got tangled up in the grass
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| And it's like a big splinter
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| that moves on the ground
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| Since he was a lamb
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| He was looking for the sky
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| From time to time I see it
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| Going up or down the channel
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| Or whistling at the ugly bug
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| Hours and hours and the desire
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| That some catfish commits suicide
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| Or some neglected partridge
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| The direction of its flutter
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| Going up or down the channel
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| From time to time I see it
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| Yesterday I saw what happened
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| Going down the Malal Cure
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| Dodging the toscal
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| Looking for the wild straw
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| He wore the kettle on his belt
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| And the barrier in hand
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| And it looked like an airplane
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| When the wind hit him
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| Going down the Malal Cure
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| Yesterday I saw what happened
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| As the man streams
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| He is usually a lot of nooks and crannies
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| Lower life with just a whisper
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| The otter man knows about it
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| That's why he beats next to the heart of the water |