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"What good is a song if it's disarmed?"
Chileans told me, arms open, fists clenched
Like an ancient language that we would like to massacre
I want to be useful to live and dream
Like the moon faithful to any neighborhood
I want to be useful to those who loved me
To those who love me and to those who loved me
I want to be useful to live and dream
The, the, the, the, the, the
In any quarter of a lost moon
Even if the masters speak and I can no longer be heard
Even if it's me singing on every street corner
I want to be useful to live and dream
The, the, the, the, the, the
"What good is a song if it's disarmed?"
Chileans told me, arms open, fists clenched
Like an ancient language that we would like to massacre
I want to be useful to live and dream
Like the moon faithful to any neighborhood
I want to be useful to those who loved me
To those who love me and to those who loved me
I want to be useful to live and dream
"What good is a song if it's disarmed?"
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