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Bolivia feat. Libe
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Is there something else for me, something else I’ve never seen, something in my sugar dream?
Deserts and volcanos seem to be faithless about my sin… Am I dreaming, is this real?
Is there something else for you, something else you’ve never seen, something in your fever dream?
Jungles and the river seem to be happy when you visit them… Are you dreaming, is this real?
Horizon is telling me, to seek her, to find her, to love her, no more… But she is not alone
Is there something else for them, something else they’ve never seen, something in their pipe dreams?
The money of cocaine seem to be killing many dreams… Are they safer in “The Peace”?
Horizon is telling me, to seek her, to find her, to love her, no more… But she is not alone
I wish I was still living the ventures that made me what I am, the eternal roads and journeys, the cheapest food of the
southern cone
La tierra impasible, que nunca para de caminar
La mina de belleza sin marchitar
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…And one day, you know, suddenly all changed when the old threat became real, again
Heavy weight over my head for years, will it blow up some day?
And I try to pretend I don´t feel when the death blow will come
But I know we both know our journey is nothing but a quiet room
Now I’ve got used to find myself alone
Or wandering within these old chords
Those old songs, they just put me up, not for long
remembering me what lies below
And I try to pretend I don´t feel when the death blow will come
But I know we both know our journey is nothing but a quiet room
“One more day no pain no gain”, she doesn’t hide in any cave
And demands a face to face with her future
And I try to pretend I don´t feel when the death blow will come
But I know we both know our journey is nothing but a quiet room
She won’t be alone again
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Before they stole us the sun, we were pale. Before we woke up too late, they were gone
This hate was born when the robbers thought that their lies were the truth
For forty years, “it’s always been like this”, in their minds
Too many things to say, too many fools to put up with, everyday
Let’s turn the TV off and make the outrage into facts, tragic facts
Ezberdina somatzen zuten dena amaitu zen
Beharbada ez gintuzten ulertzen hizketan
Too many things to say, too many fools to put up with, everyday
Let’s turn the TV off and make outrage into facts, tragic facts, bloody facts; useful facts!
Aitzakien aroan zein zaila den haien sokeei eustea
Husturik gaudela konturatzen garenean, orduan, beranduegi, izango al da?
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