Weep not, oh, Juan
Though your country is dead
This zealous oath I pronounce:
"Your heartache I can mend"
The land you tilled
The breeze you kept clean
The sea you sailed
Have been killed in timeYour people is waiting in vain
Of who will rescue them I
n the oceans of debt
Your ship have sunk
Do not despair, oh, Juan
Not that trigger in your head
For when you're dead
Who are they waiting for?
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