NO, NO, NO, NO. In the hills above Preno, 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 woman knelt beside him, Consuela Valles. Consuela Valles, She knelt there and gently she made his move, And he kissed her trembling fingers, Consuela Valles. Consuela Valles, She knelt there and gently she made his move, And he kissed her trembling fingers, Consuela Valles. Tell me, is our dream about to end? In the town San Domingo, As we laughed and danced all night, To the throb of flamingo guitars, Seemed a long, long way from tomorrow's fight. He came from under the sea, Full of the passion of when you were born to be free. From the valley of wonder, Consuela Valles. Consuela Valles, She knelt there and gently she made his move, And he kissed her trembling fingers, Consuela Valles. Consuela Valles, The valley of wonder to the hills above Freno, Just to die against her shoulder, Consuela Valles. Consuela Valles, The valley of wonder to the hills above Freno, Just to die against her shoulder, Consuela Valles. I'm sorry if I have failed you.