Khalid Gaston Biography

When the day is over, I see my body oh so decomposed
I decide to take one last stroll in the rainforest
There I see a spot to let myself be disposed
In a beautiful cloudy day in August
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Should I be buried in the land I was born in,
Or in the lands my ancestors were robbed from?
Will my homeland want the body of the long forgotten intruder,
Or will the motherland embrace what is left of her child?
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Rojo,
La necesito como la sangre roja que fluye dentro de mi
Rubí,
Sus labios brillan como rubíes, sus dientes como diamantes
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Peace, salvation, fortitude
Death, cursed, solitude
The white dove gets praised for being born
The white rabbit gets scavenged and torn
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