.Far away, on the equator, high on top of the mountains where
Clouds wrap you like blankets and stars crown your long black hair>
The Condor watches over you, he hears all your songs and prayers
The cries of all red people, Mama's soil is almost bare
(Chant)
We are brothe.
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