Condors fly Andes are a line of stone
and make the mountains small and Andes stand alone
wings that soar heights you have to look up to
the Tocantins under ceiling of cloud
are not so tall they bring the rains that water
from the thunders loud
And the Andes
Flew And the Andes
you'd do Are always there
flew they constitute
and who the concrete
could see more the solidness in air
of everything Andes Andes
of anything from where the cloud birds fly
like you Andes Andes
dominant
under omnipotent sky.
Condor
condor
open up a door Ride around the mountain on a kicking mule
you are sure on the winding road that runs its rule
you know ride around the spacios space where there is no end
what wings are for to the barrenness of emptiness
glide found round every bend
the valleys Ride around the mountain on a kicking mule
in between ride ride and ride
against the tide
the mountains wide of deserts that try to tie you
then up to the deadness that they knew
take a skyward ride you've got to not know
what it wants you to know
you've got to beat it so
Condor So ride around the mountain on a kicking mule
condor and then you can kick back
open up a door that its folds failed to fool.
you want to see more
you'll disappear
like one hi-tear Ecuadorian air
you'll leave the its going nowhere
mountain floor. its not breathing for you
Ecuadorian air
There there Ecuadorian air
but you can't see it
its nowhere
The clouds are low
the sky is hi
there's breathlessness in the moment
where the sounds all die
There there Ecuadorian air
the sky's too dense
indeed to tear
You're going up
the mountain stairs
to get back to home
You're feeling like
your last breath
skulked off alone
Air air Ecuadorian
air
it never realy starts
its on the point of nowhere.
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