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DescriptionNatalia Lafourcade ´♪♫´✨❤️ Hasta la Raíz´❤️✨♪♫´
I keep crossing rivers, Walking through forests, Loving the sun Every day I keep pulling thorns From the depths of my heart At night I keep igniting dreams To clean every memory with sacred smoke When I write your name In the white sand with a blue background When I look at the sky, in the cruel form of a grey cloud, You appear One evening, climb a high hill Look at the past You will know that I have not forgotten I carry you inside me, to the root And, that you may grow better, you will be here Although I hide myself behind the mountain And find a field full of sugar cane There will be no way, my moonbeam, For you to leave I think that every instant survived while walking And every second of uncertainty Every moment of not knowing Are the exact key to this tissue That I always carry under my skin In this way I protect you Here, follow me inside I carry you inside me, to the root And, that you may grow better, you will be here Although I hide myself behind the mountain And find a field full of sugar cane There will be no way, my moonbeam, For you to leave*
DescriptionNatalia Lafourcade ´♪♫´✨❤️ Hasta la Raíz´❤️✨♪♫´
I keep crossing rivers, Walking through forests, Loving the sun Every day I keep pulling thorns From the depths of my heart At night I keep igniting dreams To clean every memory with sacred smoke When I write your name In the white sand with a blue background When I look at the sky, in the cruel form of a grey cloud, You appear One evening, climb a high hill Look at the past You will know that I have not forgotten I carry you inside me, to the root And, that you may grow better, you will be here Although I hide myself behind the mountain And find a field full of sugar cane There will be no way, my moonbeam, For you to leave I think that every instant survived while walking And every second of uncertainty Every moment of not knowing Are the exact key to this tissue That I always carry under my skin In this way I protect you Here, follow me inside I carry you inside me, to the root And, that you may grow better, you will be here Although I hide myself behind the mountain And find a field full of sugar cane There will be no way, my moonbeam, For you to leave*
