| Dressed in blue, the believe in dreams hear people say:
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| «I can no longer continue, if you do not come, I’m going to die»
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| Was afraid of going mad
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| Whoever it is must return
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| I hope impatient
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| And again in the evening the saw
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| «The mêsica I am, wherever you go I»
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| His voice bankruptcy
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| But before the prometá
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| Yes, I recorrero roads, the cruzare
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| Is your name my destiny
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| And she said:
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| «There is a country where my name is mobs massacred
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| The culture I slowly desapareciã
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| The radio exchange, corrupt is sold, there is no soluciãn
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| The garbage emerged
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| Even the air is contamino»
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| «There is nothing worse than watching tv,
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| You will have before it the triumph of the mediocrity»
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| If I go about roads, the cruzare
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| Is your name my destination, you do not fallare
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| They who fought with me, others like me
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| Waiting for your return, live prisoners, not
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| From the darkness
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| Our songs will fight
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| Spirit of freedom
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| Your, what side are?
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| If you still doubt me, look around you
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| You will have before you the fruit of many years of lies
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| If I go about roads, the cruzare… |