What Andes Andes


If you want to feel the pain
Go, get on the hill
The penalty is a rare bird
Poor eye that looks
The penalty of twenty centuries
Who stuck to his crown
To put dark veil
Where it nest Aurora
Worth more than worth
Raw anger is indigent
Worth more than worth
It's old song of death

Andes which Andes
Andate the Andes

If you want to feel hatred
Hoisting hurt its tail
Get on the mountains high
Where cold makes cordage
A hatred of old dog
Do not beat to the bone
Hatred of the wound rain
Poncho that rots in the hills
I hate more hate
It is wide awake animals
I hate more hate
It is immense grief

Andes which Andes
Andate the Andes

If you want to see the misery
Dirty wet powder
Wretchedness of sun and sky
Wretchedness of everything and nothing
Runs along the ridge
Ponle song on the wings
Agonizes the mountain whole
It suffers spear wound
Misery is misery
But passion Caged
Misery is misery
But an early battle

Andes which Andes
Andate the Andes

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