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They tell the writings of false prophets
but they never warned us about these poets
these opportunists of bad memory
populist gallants, rhymers to spare.
Vermin that grow tall like a vine
br/>and thus they entangle fashion, song and currency
intellectualizing the distinguished personnel
the fifteen-year-old taste and compulsive buyer.
There will be those who tell half the truth of this case
There will be those who want to look the other way
This is how the game goes, and who cares
the kingdom of the blind with its king, Arjona.
To sharpen the line piz and start the fight
there are as many arguments as there will be heard
but the best thermometer of skill
will never be the monster with a thousand heads.
The south also exists by Serrat sung />The kingdom of the blind with its king, Arjona