| You got off to a great start with Alberto and the bike
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| We all came to greet you
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| With a wish, a hug, a laugh and a bottle
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| And the girls a tear and a kiss
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| In your luggage you had two blankets and some mate
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| A key of 10 and wire
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| A map, a few books, a couple of addresses
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| Hermanos, vayanse with Dios!
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| Despite the falls and breakdowns of the engine
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| You have crossed the continent
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| He was lashed out to eat and suffered from cold and hunger
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| And abandoned the bike in wreckage.
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| You spoke to the resigned and impassive Indians
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| To the mineros with poisoned lungs
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| To the lepers buried in the hospital down to hell
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| And you carried them in the memory with you
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| Goodbye, don't get lost
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| Stay as cheerful as you are
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| From the slopes of Temuco
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| At the peaks of Abancay
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| Always keep your eyes open
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| Keep the latest idea
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| We are preparing to follow you
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| TRANSAMERIKA
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| I've heard you've grown up ever since
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| Victorious commander and then ministers
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| That you challenged dictators and mocked them for years
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| And that now the whole world knows you.
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| But we like to rethink your desire to leave
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| To the bike loaded to the impossible
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| To Alberto's jokes, to the thirst for adventure
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| It's a nice way to say freedom
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| Goodbye, it's the end of the line
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| I know you will not return
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| In Quebrada de lo Yuro
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| The butchers were waiting for you
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| They showed you to reporters
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| They said "Here he is, it's he"
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| The shadow reigns over Valle Grande
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| TRANSAMERIKA
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| Goodbye, sleep peacefully
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| Because it doesn't end there
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| The adventure has started again
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| The last idea remains intact
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| And somewhere in the world
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| There is someone like you
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| Which prepares a new journey
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| TRANSAMERIKA |