| Son — The groom can no longer be happy
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| You cannot live in peace with your love
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| The righteous cannot survive
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| If today you forgot what well-wanting is
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| Drumming drums saluting El Rey
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| Our master is lord and owner of the law
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| Sound clarions for the day of hate
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| And the day of not there by El Rey
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| Father — Son my hate you have
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| But El Rey wants to live only in love
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| No more bugles and no more drums
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| Go say: our day is for love
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| Son — Gather the many lies
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| Throw the soldiers in the street
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| you know nothing of this land
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| Today is the day of the moon
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| Father — My son, where is your love
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| Our King is suffering his pain
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| Son — Take your weapons from here
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| So sing could
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| But in your fields of war
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| Today poetry died
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| Both — El Rey will come to save…
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| Father — my son, you are right
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| But I think it's not at all
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| If the world were what you think
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| I was in the same place
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| father you didn't have it now
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| And today it would be worse
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| Son — Kill love, it doesn't matter
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| But another will come
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| The world is moving forward
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| But everything is as it is
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| Today then and now
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| could not be worse
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| Both — Let go of its owner and search for new joy
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| If today is sad and longing can kill
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| Come, friendship cannot be with malice
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| If today is sad the truth
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| look for new poetry
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| look for new joy
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| For tomorrow… |