Out of the city we walked
Along the colourful streets of San Cristóbal de las Casas
The cobblestone turned to gravel
And we entered the lush mountains
Rolling green and blue hills
As long as the eye could see
Chiapas
In search for the Mammoth
we entered the earth
Down below another world
Where the bishops went for recreation
El Carmen Arcotete
and La Quinta del Obispo
but no bishops where seen
and no bells where ringing
only an alone church tower towards the sky
and Mayans whom still cultivates their land
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