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  • In the hills above
    Freno By a shiny mountain stream
    A young man laid where he fell
    In the ruins of his dreams
    He looked into the sky
    Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking
    And the women knelt beside him
    Consuela Biaz
    Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
    She bathed his wounds
    And he kissed her trembling fingers
    Consuela Biaz
    Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
    She bathed his wounds
    And he kissed her trembling fingers
    Consuela Biaz
    In the town
    San Domingo
    As we laughed and danced all night
    To the thrub of flamingo guitars
    Seemed a long long way from tomorrow's fight
    He came from over the sea
    Full of the passion of when
    You were born to be free
    From the Valley of
    Ronda Consuela
    Biaz Consuela
    Biaz she knelt there and gently
    She bathed his wounds
    And he kissed her trembling fingers
    Consuela Biaz
    Consuela Biaz from the
    Valley of
    Ronda To the hills above
    Freno Just to die against her shoulder
    Consuela Biaz
    I'm sorry if
    I have failed you
  • In the hills above
    Freno By a shiny mountain stream
    A young man laid where he fell
    In the ruins of his dreams
    He looked into the sky
    Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking
    And the women knelt beside him
    Consuela Biaz
    Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
    She bathed his wounds
    And he kissed her trembling fingers
    Consuela Biaz
    Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently
    She bathed his wounds
    And he kissed her trembling fingers
    Consuela Biaz
    In the town
    San Domingo
    As we laughed and danced all night
    To the thrub of flamingo guitars
    Seemed a long long way from tomorrow's fight
    He came from over the sea
    Full of the passion of when
    You were born to be free
    From the Valley of
    Ronda Consuela
    Biaz Consuela
    Biaz she knelt there and gently
    She bathed his wounds
    And he kissed her trembling fingers
    Consuela Biaz
    Consuela Biaz from the
    Valley of
    Ronda To the hills above
    Freno Just to die against her shoulder
    Consuela Biaz
    I'm sorry if
    I have failed you