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Fly High

Jovenes Pordioseros

Vuelan Alto

En los dias que el dolor se cae,
puedo ver alrededor,
todo el tiempo se que ya no vendras,
y mis penas volaran,
Vuelan Alto ,
no se quedaran,
Vuelan Alto,
y se van ya se van,
Soy del barrio nuevo venganme a buscar,
imagino ir su voz,
ya no hay que brindar todo termino,
sobran copas de cristal,
Vuelan Alto ,
no se quedaran,
Vuelan Alto,
y se van ya se van.

Fly High

In the days when the pain falls,
I can see around,
all the time I know you won't come anymore,
and my sorrows will fly,
Fly High,
they won't stay,
Fly High,
and they go, they go,
I'm from the new neighborhood come look for me,
I imagine hearing her voice,
there's no need to toast it all ended,
there are plenty of crystal cups,
Fly High,
they won't stay,
Fly High,
and they go, they go.

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