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Shut up
Don't stir the wound
Cry always in silent
Don't lift resentments
Because this town is so small
They were different times.
Shut up
Don't stir the wound
Cry always in silent
Don't lift resentments
Because this town is so small
They were different times.
Everyone called him Justo (Fair)
Fair by name and by action.
The eldest of five brothers.
Elegant, the most prudent
From a small town of Sierra del Segura.
Tailor and woodcutter by profession
He spoke with the Ascensión
Small brunette, she of Amalio
From the few that he read
He studied on the nights
On the three months of winter
He sang through the streets
Always happy a song.
At the end of 38
They are called to the war
The youngest generation
The fifth of de Biberón
They climbed in the truck
As if it was a party
But he was the only one
That didn't come back
And now I
I have achieved to hear you sing
Your shadow is drawn in harmony
Of this place
And now I
I have achieved to hear you sing
If you don't heal the wound it hurts, it oozes
It doesn't keep peace
Through three days without notice
The joy of a second
A return letter has arrived
Another from his partner
It was a bullet
He read us the diary
I kept his spoon
The warrior and the lighter
Mother Llanos comes shutting down the hill
Scoundrels! You have killed him!
Without any flower
Without any goodbye
The only grave
From his heart
But now I
I have achieved to hear you sing
Your shadow is drawn in harmony
Of this place
And now I
I have achieved to hear you sing
If you don't heal the wound it hurts, it oozes
It doesn't keep peace
It doesn't keep peace
It doesn't keep peace
It doesn't keep peace
It doesn't keep peace
It doesn't keep peace
It doesn't keep peace
Love me, girl
Love me girl, love me forever
Love me so much
Love me so much,like I love you
The change of this
I'll give you it
The sweet cane, the sweet cane
And the good coffee
The sweet cane, the sweet cane
And the good coffee
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