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They’re not the guardians of the thoughts

Echoing the voice of evil or good

They’re not the army of any god

They’re not disciples of any truth.

 

It’s  not the chains or the weapons

who farm and grow ovaries and nuts. 

They’re not the beast  that dies of sorrow

Nor the tamer behind the bars.

 

 

It’s lighting through the dark

It’s a spur, it’s a blow, it’s a spark 

They are the Spirits of Luck 

When the luck is more than a smack of luck

 

It’s  leaping in the heart

Making the brain beat, leaving fears apart

They are the Spirits of Luck 

Look around, because they’re not too far. 

 

 

They are not “jíbaros” of wills and minds,

that wish dumb people all over the world.

They’re not scarers of lambs and swines,

nor shepherds minting ferocious wolves.

 

They are not valid reasons forever 

That they are so, because they say so

Nor selling people that don’t fail you ever 

Nor having billions and billions and more. 

Spirits of Luck

Music & Lyrics: Jor Baldwing.

Feat. Enric Jané (trumpet)

It’s lighting through the dark

It’s a spur, it’s a blow, it’s a spark 

They are the Spirits of Luck 

When the luck is more than a smack of luck

 

It’s  leaping in your heart

Making the brain beat, leaving fears apart

They are the Spirits of Luck 

Look around, because they’re not too far. 

 

 

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It’s lighting through the dark

It’s a spur, it’s a blow, it’s a spark 

They are the Spirits of Luck 

When the luck is more than a smack of luck

 

It’s  leaping in your heart

Making the brain beat, leaving fears apart

They are the Spirits of Luck 

Look around, because they’re not too far. 

 

It's running when you run

It's the soil, it's the smell, it's the sun

They are the Spirits of Luck

It's the lamp that lamps the lamps.

 

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