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DescriptionIf I want to do what I like I have crossed the borders I have left on the way The footprints for my return I have to admit I've been through a lot of sorrows Cause when you're away The blood throws your land Cause when we're away blood throws the earth
I feel from here, from my good people Of the guaracha and the tango Of what my land dances I feel from here, it runs through my veins The color of the son and the mambo And from my dear land x2
And if it is to make the way well worth what is left But when you're away The blood throws your land Cause when we're away blood throws the earth.....
Oyy, aayy I feel from my town Of my people, of my landx2 More than ever Of the strength of my language of my good people Of the guaracha and the tango Of what my land dances it runs through my veins The color of my beloved land
DescriptionIf I want to do what I like I have crossed the borders I have left on the way The footprints for my return I have to admit I've been through a lot of sorrows Cause when you're away The blood throws your land Cause when we're away blood throws the earth
I feel from here, from my good people Of the guaracha and the tango Of what my land dances I feel from here, it runs through my veins The color of the son and the mambo And from my dear land x2
And if it is to make the way well worth what is left But when you're away The blood throws your land Cause when we're away blood throws the earth.....
Oyy, aayy I feel from my town Of my people, of my landx2 More than ever Of the strength of my language of my good people Of the guaracha and the tango Of what my land dances it runs through my veins The color of my beloved land
