La Arrolladora Banda El Limon sabor el caldo

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My country and I taste like broth
my brown skin is a Mexican stamp
my feet walk in foreign lands
but my people think of their land
One thousand one hundred freedoms
I have in my flag
and when I crossed the country
I was already tied to thousands of rules
The blood of the Indian wets my veins
my flag held high in green, red and white
I feel proud to be part of it
Let them carry out a thousand raids
climb a thousand walls
the world does not end
neither does my pride
The needs
They open borders
and while I find them
I will pass through them
Tears of homeland
those that accompany me
those that bless me
those that protect me well
br/>those that give me strength
those that lift me up...
One thousand one hundred freedoms
I have on my flag
and when I crossed the country
it was me bound by thousands of rules
The blood of an Indian wets my veins
my flag held high in green, red and white
I feel proud to be part of it
Let them make a thousand raids
br/>let a thousand walls go up
the world does not end
neither does my pride
Needs
open borders
and while I find them
I will pass through them
br/>Tears of homeland
those that accompany me
those that bless me
those that protect me well
those that give me strength
those that lift me up. br/>

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