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• Artiste: Pedro Aznar
• Titre: Hurricane
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The clear waters of day shining over the wheat fields Mornings of grape and wine remembering times of peace The taste of cold at dawn, the bread warmer than the sun I think of the cold that now inhabits my heart There is, in the eyes of the people, the same great sadness because the arms of steel stop us like dams But what they don't know, what they will never know is that here in our land, from the mountains to the sea, blows a light breeze that will become a hurricane Ah, but they don't know that one day it will be a hurricane Friend, keep your mind alive and alert to deceit that the right time, the precise moment, will come sooner or later May your little children know that it is a long and hard journey, that neither pain, wood or time can bend a wild heart