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I saw him in that chair.

He told me to take revenge son

I want to invite you

Uncap the bottle

Take a seat next to you

He told me by ear

I want to talk about something

He was half fart

He looked happy

This is how the talk began

I want to advise you

Learn from your tata

And of his thousand adventures

To avoid the stones

With which he was has stumbled

He told me that life

It must never be unfair

That as well as you live it

This is how they have to treat you

What better be quiet

And never talk about anyone

Although the road is wide

One day they have to run into each other

He told me to be a good man

And don't forget the principles

The rich are poorer

Treat them equally

Don't bow your head

Not even before the most powerful

That at the time of dying

It's always the same hole

We are already in

Make some songs

I pull my guitar

And I started singing

I saw his watery eyes

When I listen to the piece

He said to me already crying

That's my mistress's song

Values above all

A mother's love

Because that love doesn't come back

Once you leave

Hold it tightly

That he deserves everything

See how ugly it feels

Not being able to hug her

From my old memory

All the good things

He was a serious man

Of shame chambeador

I miss him at every turn

And every day I remember it

When I got home

Drenched in sweat

Sitting in that bucket

And we keep taking

Until the old man fell asleep

As a reminder of the man

Everything it has taught me

And I presume to all of them

That my old man is an old man

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