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Light north and dark south
Downpour is sure to come
On tiptoe, so it doesn't hurt
My memory brings grandmother's voice
The years make us free, or prisoners
A glass half empty is also half full
Life is a window, or a garbage can
Depending on the point of view defined by the passenger
The water comes , the thunder announces us windows, hitmen or beggars
Nor spiders making nests in our illusions and dreams
The water is coming, a downpour
My city has become hard and tastes of fire
A whirlwind of vultures saddening their roofs
But my confidence grows, seeing through the downpour
My grandmother's face, which makes me believe that I can
Dark light, gray silence hope leaf in the wind< br/>It smells like water and today, again, our neighborhood breathes heaven
The water is coming, another time
Granny, I think I can
Water that is going to fall
Water that is going to fall
My city has become hard
Water that is going to fall
Its streets taste like fire
Water that is going to fall
But my tenderness returns
Water that is going to fall
When I see my grandmother's face
Among the downpour
Water that is going to fall
I think I can
Water that is going to fall
Neighborhood breathing sky