We are the owners of nothing
The ones who don't appear in fairy tales
We make the palace of dreams with mud
We have nothing, but we have everything
When you lack things, you invent something
If there's no horse, I ride with a wheelbarrow
We figure it out from the womb
Like crabs that breathe without having a nose
We make wonders with what falls from the sky
We cool it in the riverbed if there's no ice
And we feel like the kings of Castile
We polish what doesn't shine
Without bullets, ready for war
We learned to plant without land
Of quality, but cheap
Like academy dancers, but without shoes

We did it without amplifiers
Why do we need radios if there are drums here? Hey!
There's no caviar here, but there's corn
There's no caviar here, but there's corn
There's no caviar here, but there's corn
Why do we need radios if there are drums here? Hey!

Enter without a key, the party is open
Our houses have no doors
But let the settler who doesn't steal not be afraid
Here witches fly without brooms
Champions without winning the cup
If there's no clothes
Then let the soup keep us warm
Here we weave without thread
Everything is possible
We move without fuel
There's no glue, but there's saliva
Everything adds up
Without having soap, we make foam
Under the rain and without umbrellas
We row in a lagoon without water
We learned to brew coffee without a coffee maker
And to climb even if there are no stairs
We invent inventions
Here you have to dance
Because there's no seat to sit

We did it without amplifiers
Why do we need radios if there are drums here? Hey!
There's no caviar here, but there's corn
There's no caviar here, but there's corn
There's no caviar here, but there's corn
Why do we need radios if there are drums here? Hey!

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