I don't want to go to America
Because they can't understand this America
And if it were up to me
I'd bury my head and not see
But if it were up to me
I'd strive to know

And they can't give me
Another story
Made to sweat
If the soul came within two steps
To make me dream
Another story
That comes back
Leave it open and tell me something
I don't want to go out

I don't want to go to America
Because they don't want to understand this America
And if it were up to me
I'd go ahead to see
But if it were up to me
I'd strive to know

And they can't give me
Another story
Made to suffer
Without anything on my back
In the night they can understand me
Another story
That can change
If you get angry it's tragic
And no one wants to think about it

And for me remains the night sky
With a thin thread waiting for the sun
And for me remains only the smell
Earth that mixes life and goes away
I don't want America
I don't want America
No, I don't want America
No, I don't want America
I don't want America
No, no, I don't want America
No, I don't want America
No, I don't want America
No, I don't want

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