Tears watered all the ground in spring
your blue morning crying and laughing
name is carved in the wood forever
of those without are and live
name you
Voices clinging to the color of that insolence
you invented
happy crowds of an underground river that came
to stay here to stay
Is it true that you went with the story
or will not wake up yet
and with a new torch in each hand
you coming back covered themselves with glory?
Just south of that indomitable
armor made of yesterdays blast absence
magic of love and of dreams that linger in
Junked
without any doors
All those laughs that came to restore
from a remote corner
asleep now cover the walls can not collapse
the sun without light or are missing
Is it true that you went with the story
or will not wake up yet
and a new torch in each hand
you coming back covered themselves with glory?
And those thousand shreds left on the road that will
pieces if a flag
indelible marks on the body
we choose
lead to the end and never less
Murguera
CHORUS Never less
that fire in his eyes silenced the voices
never returning to the track less
your name on your flags
square always full of hope and passion
never less than handkerchiefs at home
never less than justice without forgiveness
less
never repeated
the landscape of this south as seasoned
and screaming at the end that never
least those toothless laughter
stop holding you never knew less
conquer a swarm of ruining
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to become more not less
never the kids at the center
less
never have to live with dignity, never less
the country we dream of never less
Not one step back
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