Who knows the burden of the days that you have carried?
Who knows the misery and suffering of Chico?
Who knows the power of the shadow on the blue tropical night?
Who knows the favor and envy of the stars?
Play for me again, Habanero
Because I love hearing your song
Play for me again about the miracle
Never that for you happens
Who feels the power of the sun
That creates a thousand miracles
And yet the power of your back bends you?
Who feels the look of the clouds
The Have you often seen your skill
And the purpose of your days?
Play for me again, Habanero
Because I love to hear your song
Play again for me about the miracle
That will never happen for you
Who knows whether it won't seem as if the sky is crying
When the dust of the earth covers you?
Who knows whether the song that goes to the stars
Won't wake you from the dark night?
Play for me again, Habanero
For me I love hearing your song
Play for me again about the miracle
That will never happen for you
Play for me again, Habanero
Because I love to hear your song
Play for me again about the miracle
That will never happen for you

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