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The girlfriend that I left,
that at the same time I rent her,
my house, my bed, my parents,
my old friend the thief,
so many things in which I muddy my heart,
the streets that saw my childhood
mixture of dreams and wandering,
the little room of my first delivery
the rebellion of my adolescence,
everything stayed here.
br/>my first setback,
my first agony my first argument
my first melody,
my first leap into the windmy first agony
my country.
more than my homeland my root,
more than my soil the womb
that taught me to give birth to thoughts,
my country,
more than my homeland my root
more than my soil the nuance,
that was painting my path
my country.
two reasons that were nightmares
leaving my knees on the asphalt
the nun who pulled my ears,
or the friend I saw behind bars
everything stayed here.
how I would like to know that your people
live happier,
that some false books follow you
br/>painting gray.
my country,
more than my homeland my root,
more than my soil the womb
that taught me to give birth to thoughts
my country,
more than my homeland my root
more than my soil the nuance
that was painting my path,
my country.