If cobblestone streets could tell you anything I think perhaps
they would chant to us we are souls who wander
and that we like a certain containment 
because being free is only felt when in contrast 

So when I'd walk those alleys around noon cada dia
I'd let my heart take a little stroll too, and with a bit of a faster pace 
I'd watch it get ahead of me and end up following it around 
the winding corners and those steep stairs and 
press my palms to the cool basalt walls 
as I climbed the hills in Cusco and 
fell in love at every corner