(INTRO)
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To see 1:
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Gilded and growing mature in my earth
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Flight-ready while my people hope
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Ears that I go seeding
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In order to see if they germinate
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Wind of the North thought and life
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To San Pedro I bring it between
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Breath and loose saliva that
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Every moment that I feel correct
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And I make it complete and direct
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Chorus:
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S?señor, s?señor (It comes, it comes, it comes, it comes)
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Wind, caresses, the slightness and flavor
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S?señor, s?señor
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Fire, smiles, reality and pain(x2)
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To see 2:
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Present ground, hoping in represents,
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Low by the nights it sings to sleep inconsiente I to me
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In my belly the second pasts, loaded
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Tattooed in my back soaked combined
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To espamos of weeping and laughter
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I have walked without causes without haste
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Slow As?de the moment and does not finish
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Slow As?de crossing between the thorns
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It tell me that one feels, tell me that one feels
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It tell me that the sweat in the forehead feels
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It tell me that one feels, tell me if you have a feeling
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It tell me that the sweat in the forehead feels
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(Chorus x2)
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To see 3:
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The scent of my land penetrates in the brain
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Integra to the system and takes my body
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It makes float, breathe and calm
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I am in the site like going to seed a little
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And later to gather it little by little
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To take it to my warehouse, and to see what it interests to me
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The good thing, the bad thing...
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It comes and it comes the one that absents maintains it
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It thickens, it comes and it comes,
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Wind, caresses, the slightness and flavor
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Fire, smiles, reality and pain
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(Chorus x4)
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S?Se?r
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