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NIGHT IN BARRANCO
Along the pacific coast in Lima Under the grey skies
There’s a district called Barranco An old bohemian paradise
Vultures are circling above bright houses
The walls are filled with art
Some of those paintings were just brought to life Others are falling apart
Darkness is getting in
The shadows rule the land All along the coast of Lima The night it takes command
Night in Barranco
Night in Barranco
Night in Barranco
... Most beautiful place I know
Black birds tracing my tracks
In the streets of Barranco tonight While kids and dogs in football shirts Frolic around in red and white
The girl on the bridge is selling poems They call it the bridge of sighs
She’s walking barefoot on wooden planks The light of the moon in her eyes
They say – If you cross the bridge of sighs And you’re feeling blue
Hold your breath and make a wish
And it will come true
Night in Barranco
Night in Barranco
Night in Barranco
... Most beautiful place I know
I can see the light of the cross upon the hill Shining for everyone who’s been killed
A lonesome sign under the stars
Made out of hundreds of iron bars
In Barranco the night has just begun Where the streets are filled with arts Where another Latino band is playing Songs of broken hearts
Darkness is getting in
The shadows rule the land All along the coast of Lima The night it takes command
Barranco in the night Under the moonlight It is beautiful, it’s nice Bohemian paradise
Night in Barranco
Night in Barranco
Night in Barranco
... Most beautiful place I know