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If 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
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