.Pobre de mi pueblo enano
Con la fe de un continente
Fuimos bien encomendados
Con un garrote en la frente
Pobre de nuestro legado
Que nos hace indiferentes
Tres millones de indigentes
Analfabetos y hermanos
¿Quién nos comerá la gloria?
¿Quién desatar.
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