Dawn 
  And if God whispers my name 
 pay no attention to their talk, 
 three blessed water to your lips 
 and soothing to the mind. 
 
 And if anything, for me you Satan yells, 
 Take him and shut the word, man!, 
 old knows better than the devil, knowing 
 that the sacrament. 
 
 Your own light is a guide, helping hand 
 confusion, and my sickle 
 
 
 true perfidy of your dreams, and my envy 
 ballast cruel, and the absurdity of prejudice 
 big bang. Valerian 
 
 to reason and lianas 
 heart pal. Refrain 
 
 past so that they are thorn in your field. 
 
 Let the gringo is imposed and that 
 bruno go to the hole, 
 that the kiss with the star passenger 
 are lies, pure milonga.  
 
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