I went to the mountain without comfort,
wounded by the ignorance, injustice, arrogance,
and by fear and suspicion,
and I was covered by the veil of melancholy,
and the rain fell, and It sang a song of a sad melody outdated,
but the rain knew my silent torment I did not sleep and it killed my joy,
but the rain was my guide,
in a real encounter at a mysterious trail i ride thru my dear mountain,
so the cause is not lost, do not get extinguished emcee .
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