Celtas Cortos trgame tierra

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This morning
I haven't gotten up yet and maybe
The wind and the sea
They don't want to get out either
From the bad dream
What are they in?
What is reality.
The sea is drowned
From swallowing so much.
The wind does not blow
It has no wings now
Because today's man grows
A kid like a fool
He doesn't need the air
He doesn't need the sea
He doesn't need the forest
With they want to finish
And this morning
I finally got up, and maybe
The wind and the sea
They have woken up
And They have killed those who want to kill them And they have shone again And the man is drowned For wanting to kill His own brother The wind and the sea
And today's man grows
Stupidly, kid
I needed the air
I needed the sea
I needed the forest
And now everything doesn't matter anymore

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