entre el mar y el cielo,
cansada de sus luchas
nocturnas.
Solo un ejército
de mosquitos
la protege de los gritos
de la noche.
Ella habita un castillo
de Uva Caleta,
en su cama de arena.
Duerme, pero no sueña.
This is my home,
streets of sorrow and pain.
Where love doesn't grow
and you feel no shame.
We have done things to regret
We all live under a threat
We have all been through
things we wish to forget
Yes,
this is my home,
but it is not over yet...
Where love doesn't grow
and you feel no shame.
We have done things to regret
We all live under a threat
We have all been through
things we wish to forget
Yes,
this is my home,
but it is not over yet...
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