They hang from a balcony in El Raval
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Some dirty sheets and clothes
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There's a kid crying, he lost that ball
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The tourist, the clown, and a crazy woman
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She has made up a new song
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Because she also lost her mind
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She imagines living one day
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Far from that quagmire, she wants to think
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That beyond those so cold waters of that estuary
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Can't you see, here your home is mine
Here it's so easy to dream
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Feet dance together, street rhythms
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With a smile ahead and tears at the end
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How quickly they sell the skins
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Little Europeans and gringos, buddy
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So much sadness how hard how bad
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Being once again a doormat of capital
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In this little school and in that hospital
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Don't you see, that here your home is mine
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That here it's so easy to dream
That it's another life cycle
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It shines, how wouldn't it shine
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If evil doesn't live on its shore?
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It shines, how wouldn't it shine
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If evil doesn't live on its shore?
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A moon shines, an orchestra plays
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Glorious Sierra Maestra heritage
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It shines and writes its story, it revives
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Truth and love, Caribbean sun
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Don't you see, that here your home is mine
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That here it's so easy to dream
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It shines, how wouldn't it shine
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If evil doesn't live on its shore?
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It shines, how wouldn't it shine
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If evil doesn't live on its shore?
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How wouldn't it shine
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If here it's so easy to dream