Clean slate, how far away are my valleys
(Now I remember)
My sky with stars, my friends and my streets
Clean slate, How far away are my valleys
(Now I remember)
With the passage of time, memories are daggers
More than ten years They left, and I'm here, in Paris
Inventing reasons to continue and laugh
I don't know what's happening to me anymore, I don't even want to think
In one day I will return home, because I won't be able to hold on
Now I remember that box of real dough
Black soda, black, grab it and put it down
World Cup of dominoes, croquette, sex
Alcohol from twenty-three to the Capitol, júºcaro and morón , to the world funny
Memories of the life of this artist that if
They are part of this legal feeling, it is because it is real
A clean slate, how far away it is n my valleys
(Now I remember)
My sky with stars, my friends and my streets
A clean slate, how far away my valleys are
(Now I remember)
With the passage of time memories are daggers
Hello black This is not a sermon
Just a bunch of letters that I write for all my people
And mainly for you who want to get lost like I have done
Today I come to tell you a lot of stories
And details that they didn't tell me, look
When you leave, the first phase, the problems begin
When nostalgia takes over your mind
And you can't fight it not even with grandma's tamale
Nor with the scrape that I broke your teeth
Hey, and I remind you of the little dolls
Voltus V and more and what a pipo childhood
Clean slate, how far away it is ¡my valleys
(Now I remember)
My sky with stars, my compadres and my streets
Clean slate, how far away my valleys are
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