Girls who cling to that anthem and I think something starts to go well
Legs that open on stretchers so you can be born

You who tied your body well to my head
Wanting to cry but with strength
I want us to stop the city
Breasts out, Delacroix style

The bells of a church in New York ring and, you know what?
I see in the geraniums the women who have made me grow (listen well)

To you who always have broth in the fridge
You who could end so many wars
I want us to stop the city
Breasts out, Delacroix style

Oh mom, mom, mom, mom
For all the lives that have come and that will come

I don't know why our breasts are so scary
Without them there would be no humanity nor beauty

Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, mom
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, mom

A thousand moms stopping the city
Breasts out, Delacroix style
Listen to me

Oh mom, mom, mom, mom
Oh mom, mom, mom, mom

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