It is already dusk between the Andes
between the condors and the walkers
Kiss me ... bird bell, take me far away
take me calmly
He said goodbye and darkened in his heart
Ah ... He never found love again
Ah ... It was abandoned, it was lost
If you hear my name among the Andes
between the condors and the walkers
Kiss Me Kiss Me
Bell bird, take me far away
take me calmly
He said goodbye and darkened in his heart
He never found love again
It was abandoned, it was lost
Follow me the flames, follow me the old ones
the legend will survive
Do not stop dreaming
that one day they will meet
in a better place
where you can forgive
the destruction, nothing
the luck marked
Not being able to change winds and traps
that drives us away, that drives us away
What joy to put the stem on the flower (or the stem of the flower ??)
while the lovers in jungle delights are lost
singing in the protected golden morning
however between the two waists
the edge of a knife remains
every lover is his lark, his jungle and his morning
if you enjoy them, you lose them
love is nothing more than being loved
without feeling the swell of what fever does
back but the lover knows that his is the sea
They only long to stretch their arms
hold on to a palpitation that defies death
save yourself from death, resist it, deceive it.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)