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My town that is on the hill
Lying like an old man who is dying
Sorrow and abandonment are your sad company
My town I'm not leaving you without joy
Almost all of my friends have left
And the others will leave after me
I'm sorry because I loved his pleasant company ±ÃÂa
But it is my life I have to march
What will it be, what will it be, what will it be
What © it will be of my life, what will it be?
If I know a lot or I know nothing
Tomorrow we will see ¡and it will be what it will be!
My love, I carry your smile
That was the source of my first love
Love, I promise you, how and when not I know
But I only know that it will return
What will it be, what will it be, what will it be
What will become of my life what will it be?
In the night my guitar will sweetly sound
And a girl of my people will cry