Take me home to bñaos, through the paseo entre
los montes
Take me home to where I belong,
Where the plants grow wild and the rushing
rapids carry water to the masses
I may not have been born here but I’ve lived
here all along
A land where bars are run by cats
Coming is easy but leaving takes a toll on the
soul
The food will warm you, the baths will feed you
The hostels will house you but I’m afraid
you’ll have to cloth yourself
The days are clear while the nights bring
cloudbursts to feed the land
The plants and the waterfalls grow vast and
sturdy
Under the watchful eye and loving care of the
medio ambiente
And the tourists bring money to complete the
cycle
Pennies for the adventures of a lifetime
If you’re lucky you might catch a glimpse of
the snowcapped volcano
Pila
de la ciudad, it’s peak
Peeking through the cover of clouds
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