Nostalgia Andina
Avalo
Andean Nostalgia
With your streets that climb up to the sky
To be able to touch the clouds with hands
I would like to pour my love and destiny into you
To be able to guess my shadow on your paths. (Repeat)
Streets of my childhood, quiet streets
That steeply rise behind the mist
As my gaze runs, the mountains sway
In the gray curtain of the haze
Streets of my childhood, quiet streets
That I have discovered my whole life in you
How can I turn you back into my thoughts
And have the blue dream of those times again?
With your streets that climb up to the sky
To be able to touch the clouds with hands
I would like to pour my love and destiny into you
To be able to guess my shadow on your paths
Streets of my childhood, quiet streets
That steeply go behind the mist
As my gaze runs, the mountains sway
In the gray curtain of the haze
Streets of my childhood, quiet streets
I have discovered my whole life in you
How can I turn you back into my thoughts
And have the blue dream of those times again?
And have the blue dream
Of those times again?
