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I was born in this country, it tastes like sugar cane and cotton, that lights up long before the sun rises
I was born in this country, starch poor children, muddy with them that took everything.
A country full of history, Men and women of concrete; full of courage and tenderness, full of passion.
I was born in this country you with joy and pain, with beautiful people and scoundrels who rob us the illusion;
who does not fear the future, not left to defeat, I did not ask for visa and I always want to return.
I was born in this country, that sometimes keep me away, sometimes I resign myself sometimes I want to escape.
But I was born here, Here I learned to walk, Here I met you, I fell for you here.
This country full of history, Men and women of concrete; full of courage and passion ... full of passion.
I was born in this country you with joy and pain, with beautiful people and scoundrels who rob us the illusion;
who does not fear the future, not left to defeat, I did not ask for visa and I always want to return.
I was born here
I was born here