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One morning in Bolivia, the leader of the
And two of his
Were to flee the mountains for their lives

Through green and dusty they sped along the little roads
The peasants smiled and as they hurried by
Jesus called out to one, "Don't think that we are leaving
They tried to frighten us with guns, we shall return"

Continue your work
Continue your talk
You have it in hands
To own your lives, to own lands

The people smiled and
And they ran a little while
stood and watched
Their were restless and empty

The body of Jesus was in the
That they up before it reached the plane
The was proud to bless him
For what was of him remaining in the afternoon

with your work
Continue with your
You have it in your
To own lives, to own your lands

There is no one who can you
The you should be on
only tell you, they can show you
And tomorrow they are gone

The smell of oil and incense fill the room in this hut
Where on the lies the body of a man
His is pale and young, his beard is dark and curled
Pennies hold his eyelids the evening light

People from the village those who knew him, those who him
inside the door, their hands are restless and empty
They the priest make silent crosses in the air
And to God inside their hearts for their own souls

with your work
Continue your talk
You it in your hands
To own your lives, to own your

There is no one who can you
The road you be on
They only tell you, they can you
And then tomorrow they are

with your work
Continue with your
You have it in hands
To own lives, to own your lands

is no one who can show you
The you should be on
They tell you, they can show you
And then tomorrow they are

Continue with your
Continue with your
You it in your hands
To own lives, to own your lands

There is no one who can you
The road you be on
They only tell you, can show you
And then tomorrow they are

Continue with work
Continue with your
You it in your hands
To own lives, to own your lands