Volumen 2
Costa Rica Pura Vida
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"Polo Mix"
Carlos Guzmán

A bitter day, I happened (passed)
For that a tooth I broke
But now it (he,she) does not hurt (grieve) me
For that already me I extracted it

A friend was selling
A piece ' and lottery
But when I went (was) to change her (it)
I knew that it (she) was defeated (losing)

There is a hollow in your sofa
As the crater of a volcano
And I sat down so (as) loudly
That up to the soil I went (was) to stop

In the house of your brother
We take a few drinks
He (She) said to me: Pure Life
For that it (he) goes away so early

Near your skin
I feel well Near your heart

When I go where we knew ourselves
I remember the kiss that we gave to ourselves
Of your horn I remained lit
Until your husband appeared sigh!

In the leg I seize my lameness
Since I crush the veal If you leave me a minute
I can do a massagge ohhhh

You are as the rabbit of the mountain
That up to the most fierce dog is deceptive
I am good for the hunt
But you already not like to be mine (my) sigh!

I wanted to be so pretty
As my godmother says
And to have all the girlfriends (fiancées)
That my wife imagines

I wanted that you had
The whole world to your pieses

Because of it not,
you say to me that not,
You say to me that not
For that the love is not a vacation
If not regás dies the flower

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