Ten years since we lack Carlos Cano, ten years since a treacherous vein refused to give him the third time. Since then we miss your sweet, serene voice, their solidarity, they subscribe to unusual bombing and huge hulk on the streets of Granada . We still have his music and his memory, much as the Cursed parné try cloudy. And we still have songs like this, who comes to hair in the days before Christmas .
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