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The Last of the Line
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El Monte De Las Aguilas
The path to the river is still almost the same;
The caves in the mountains, the house and the pine forest
I returned forever, who was going to tell me;
Dreams that tear the soul, one day I finally I decided.
I'm back here;
I saw everything so absurd...
The storm brought me here,
Eagle's Nest...
After the storm it is no longer like there,
Wet earth smells good.
The storm brought me here,
Eagle's Nest...
The storm brought me here,
It snows in the mountains and it is sunny.
A fresh breeze is blowing, it has stopped raining
The silence does not overwhelm me, the storm does not prevent me from sleeping
Trees under the sky, freedom of the rivers;
The treasures of the forests, the squirrels in the pines.
And I entered the Mount of the Eagles...