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I have the heat of the blood that boils
The sweat of fear that is lost springs up
I have the calm that does not say anything
I am that breeze that gets stronger

Although the clouds move away
And my skin is still in drought
I will arrive some day
To unravel my return

I have the land that takes care of the road
I have the branches of a tree without green
I am the one who protects the tired night
I have silhouettes that come to see me.

Although the clouds move away
And my skin is still in drought
I will arrive some day
To unravel my return