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LOST IN ABANCAY
The rain came down
From the mountains
Scaring the birds away Pushing the city into the night By covering the day
After a distant thunder rumble The storm took me by surprise I got lost in Abancay
Rain on my skin and in my eyes
I got lost in Abancay Lost in the rain
I got lost
On unexplored terrain
In the Andes mountains I found new friends This is the way
Being lost ends ...
I found new friends
The floods ran down the street And washed me into a bar
It was called “La Ley”
And I was forced to stay
In that pub with the black guitar
I was soaked and I was cold Ordered Cuscena and Pisco
I shared a table with two guys Their names were
Abel and Francisco
I got lost in Abancay Lost in the rain
I got lost
On unexplored terrain
In the Andes mountains I found new friends This is the way
Being lost ends ...
I found new friends
I didn’t speak their Quetchua
Still we were talking all night long And sometimes Abel
Took the black guitar
To play a Peruvian song
The rain came down
From the mountains
On an early October friday
I got lost in Abancay
Like a stranded Ernest Hemingway
I got lost in Abancay Lost in the rain
I got lost
On unexplored terrain
In the Andes mountains I found new friends This is the way
Being lost ends ...
I found new friends