Caparra
Defiendo posiciones, como armadillo
Sobrevivo de las piedras del bolsillo
Me llaman: "Caparra". Me llaman: "Niño"
Puertas en los bordes del camino
Brillan árboles, ruido en los ríos
Rebosa en invierno y se hiela el rocío
Me dices que sienta
Y yo ya he sentido
Mira cuando dices todo aquello que tú piensas
Y tú crees, que lo crees a ciegas
Solo queda la naturaleza
Solo queda la naturaleza
Y lo que somos
Al menos lo somos de verdad
Y lo que somos
Lo que somos
Sobrevivo de las piedras del bolsillo
Me llaman: "Caparra". Me llaman: "Niño"
Puertas en los bordes del camino
Brillan árboles, ruido en los ríos
Rebosa en invierno y se hiela el rocío
Me dices que sienta
Y yo ya he sentido
Mira cuando dices todo aquello que tú piensas
Y tú crees, que lo crees a ciegas
Solo queda la naturaleza
Solo queda la naturaleza
Y lo que somos
Al menos lo somos de verdad
Y lo que somos
Lo que somos
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