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Esmeralda |
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Salvador, the afternoon sunlight is folding around us, |
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The dishes are done, |
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The buildings here, tall as our mountains |
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Slice through the windows and cut off the sun. |
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On such days i find i am longing for puerto rico |
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Though i never would return 'til you are free |
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But when i hear the aguinaldo my heart's a little lighter |
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And we dance together aurea and me |
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In my life i've been unlucky with two husbands |
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Gumersindo liked his rum and women friends |
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Then that hypocrite who beat you and preached about repentance |
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Has gone, and so another sunday ends |
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And tomorrow is another hard working monday |
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I'm still hoping for the raise they promised me |
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There's a job as operator |
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I would not have to wait for |
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If i could speak the language easily |
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But i tell aurea: |
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The barrio's boundaries are our own little nation |
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Sometimes i hear you run upstairs |
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And i view my light with resignation |
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Keep your bible near you |
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Time is an ocean of endless tears. |
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Mmm. . . |
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Lead vocal-ednita nazario |
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Hi string guitar-paul simon |
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Piano-oscar hernandez |
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Acoustic guitar-saturnino laboy |
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Acoustic guitar-diomedes matos |
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Bass-ruben rodriguez |
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Cello-laura bontrager |
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Flute-oriente lopez |
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Bongos, maracas, clave-milton cardona |
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Orchestral conductor-stanley silverman |
