Listen, my brother,
Don't touch that record,
That brings me pain,
An infinite anguish.
Don't touch that record,
That says so many things,
That lives the tragedy,
That I am living.
Don't touch that record,
Its letters torment me,
The music that it has,
Invites me to remember.
I don't want the pain,
Of things that have passed,
They live again in my soul,
Making me suffer.
Don't touch that record,
Understand my nostalgia,
That which offered me glory,
Also took it away from me.
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I don't want the pain,
Of things that have passed,
They live again in my soul,
Making me suffer.
Don't touch that record,
Understand my nostalgia,
That which offered me glory,
Also took it away from me.