Antonio [English translation]

He lived in a small village

And he was really poor

And he had a pure soul

And a million suns in his head

He came from the world without money

Completely thin and with a pale face

And he observed from his attic

And lived alone, and like a bird

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Antonio, Antonio

Antonio, Antonio

Antonio, Antonio

He lived in a small village

With a machine, books and biscuits

He wrote on a leaf of paper

Cervantes Saavedra: Don Quijote

He came that way from Chile

Like a sad hidalgo without a sword

And he contemplated how to go through life

Without getting dirty

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Antonio, Antonio

Antonio, Antonio

Antonio, Antonio

He lived in a small village

No one understood him

Cause there aren't many like him in the world

Who live to be laughed at

And he had a poetic soul

And he was an odd artist

All the people go the way wind blows

He lives in the weave made of dreams

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Antonio, Antonio

Antonio, Antonio

Antonio, Antonio