Amigo! |
A voice, Amigo's voice!
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Amigo! |
Voice, voice!
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Hey Amigo, well done!
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Amigos, come here
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Go my good
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Ay, good. |
good dog
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This is not life - this is the market. |
Just changing pictures
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Treason or betrayal. |
stupid circumstances
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Sorry. |
But I feel cramped in this cellar
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And I'm not local here, and we don't belong here, honestly
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Looking through people's faces
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What are they thinking, I wonder - I have no ideas
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Nobody looks at the sky, give them spectacles and bread
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And drive into your attic like pigeons
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And again thoughts about how to change it all
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Pity the souls we carry. |
saved
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There will be one who is marked with love
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Everything returns to dust. |
But this path is eternal
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And it seems to me now that you understand me
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Better than the people who sing my songs
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My friend
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I know that you know me
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And I am grateful to you that we are together
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Amigo looks at the world
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With your big eyes
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Amigo loves everyone
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Who is with us and who is not with us
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I'm afraid for him
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And he listens to the smell of herbs
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As if the whole world is his
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And maybe he's right
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We set limits for ourselves
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Attraction - as bouts of self-medication
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We became slaves of the golden calf
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Needle inside the egg - two from the casket
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From childhood we read these strange tales
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As if the letters replace our mother's caresses
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Lack of attention, resulting in misunderstanding
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And every day the colors thicken more and more,
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And clouds are floating around, the sun is falling below the horizon
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I am waiting for her call. |
What is she waiting for?
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And you are silent and understand everything
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So funny. |
Lie down and sigh
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Probably about the fact that only love
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Save our world and us with you
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Amigo looks at the world
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With your big eyes
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Amigo loves everyone
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Who is with us and who is not with us
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I'm afraid for him
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And he listens to the smell of herbs
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As if the whole world is his
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And maybe he's right
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Amigo looks at the world
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With your big eyes
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Amigo loves everyone
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Who is with us and who is not with us
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I'm afraid for him
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And he listens to the smell of herbs
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As if the whole world is his
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And maybe he's right
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Amigo looks at the world
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With your big eyes
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Amigo loves everyone
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Who is with us and who is not with us
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I'm afraid for him
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And he listens to the smell of herbs
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As if the whole world is his
|
And maybe he's right
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Amigo looks at the world
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With your big eyes
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Amigo loves everyone
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Who is with us and who is not with us
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I'm afraid for him
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And he listens to the smell of herbs
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As if the whole world is his
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And maybe he's right |