Cabanaconde
In the realm where the condors soar,
Where the Andes touch heaven's door,
Lies Cabana, a town of grace,
Nestled in nature's embrace.
From the heights where the eagles glide,
O'er the valleys, far and wide,
Streams descend with gentle sound,
Through the terraces, green and round.
Golden fields beneath the sun,
Where the ancient paths have run,
Tell of tribes who once did dwell,
In this land where time stands still.
Oh, behold the mighty peak,
Where the clouds in silence speak,
Of the winds that carve the stone,
And the rains that call it home.
Through the canyon's shadowed deep,
Where the river carves its keep,
Echoes whisper tales untold,
Of the brave and hearts of gold.
Thus we sing of Cabana fair,
In the mountains, strong and rare,
A jewel in Peru's crown,
Beneath the heavens, renown.
