THE SIGHT OF YOUR CITIES HURT MY EYES
THE SIGHT OF YOUR CITIES HURT MY EYES

IT'S A JUNGLE, SOMETIMES I REALLY WONDER, HOW I CAN KEEP FROM GOING UNDER
IT'S A JUNGLE, SOMETIMES I REALLY WONDER, HOW I CAN KEEP FROM GOING UNDER

TAYTA INTI
TAYTA INTI

THE BOY WHO DID NOT WANT TO GROW UP
THE BOY WHO DID NOT WANT TO GROW UP

IN THE ANDES WE DON'T HAVE BRITISH TIME
IN THE ANDES WE DON'T HAVE BRITISH TIME