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Christina Aguilera: Paraiso

Christina Aguilera: Paraiso .

 

Return to a land called Paraiso,
A place where a dying river ends.
No birds there fly over Paraiso,
No space allows them to endure.
The smoke that screens the air,
The grass that's never there.

And if I could see a single bird, what a joy.
I try to write some words and create
A simple song to be heard
By the rest of the world.

I live in this land called Paraiso,
In a house made of cardboard floors and walls.
I learned to be free in Paraiso,
Free to claim anything I see.
Matching rags for my clothes,
Plastic bags for the cold.

And if empty cans were all I have, what a joy.
I never fight to take someone
Else's coins and live with fear
Like the rest of the boys.

Paraiso, help me make a stand.
Paraiso, take me by the hand
Paraiso, make the world understand
That if I could see a single bird, what a joy.
This tired and hungry land could expect
Some truth and hope and respect
From the rest of the world.

/ Christina Aguilera: Paraiso
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