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I'm running through the night, running through the border
With her heart of bonbon, she walks to the chacrera
She's stuck in the wind, where the birds fly
She asks with a cup, for her week of salt
The city of the canas, with the wind of the soul
In the port of an eye, she calls the night
She's running through the night, running through the border
With her heart of bonbon, she walks to the chacrera
She walks to the chacrera
She walks to the chacrera
She walks to the chacrera
