| Song | Conzuela Biaz |
| Artist | No Mercy |
| Album | More [Hansa MCI] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In the hills above Fresno | |
| By a shining 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 Biaz | |
| Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently | |
| She bathed his wounds | |
| And he kissed her trembling fingers | |
| Consuela Biaz | |
| In the town San Domingo | |
| As we laughed and danced all night | |
| To the sound of flamingo guitars | |
| Seemed a long long way from tomorrow's fight | |
| He came from over the sea | |
| Full of the passion of when | |
| You were born to be free | |
| From the Valley of Ronda | |
| Consuela Biaz | |
| Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently | |
| She bathed his wounds | |
| And he kissed her trembling fingers | |
| Consuela Biaz | |
| Consuela Biaz from the Valley of Ronda | |
| To the hills above Fresno | |
| Just to die against her shoulder | |
| Consuela Biaz |
| In the hills above Fresno | |
| By a shining 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 Biaz | |
| Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently | |
| She bathed his wounds | |
| And he kissed her trembling fingers | |
| Consuela Biaz | |
| In the town San Domingo | |
| As we laughed and danced all night | |
| To the sound of flamingo guitars | |
| Seemed a long long way from tomorrow' s fight | |
| He came from over the sea | |
| Full of the passion of when | |
| You were born to be free | |
| From the Valley of Ronda | |
| Consuela Biaz | |
| Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently | |
| She bathed his wounds | |
| And he kissed her trembling fingers | |
| Consuela Biaz | |
| Consuela Biaz from the Valley of Ronda | |
| To the hills above Fresno | |
| Just to die against her shoulder | |
| Consuela Biaz |
| In the hills above Fresno | |
| By a shining 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 Biaz | |
| Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently | |
| She bathed his wounds | |
| And he kissed her trembling fingers | |
| Consuela Biaz | |
| In the town San Domingo | |
| As we laughed and danced all night | |
| To the sound of flamingo guitars | |
| Seemed a long long way from tomorrow' s fight | |
| He came from over the sea | |
| Full of the passion of when | |
| You were born to be free | |
| From the Valley of Ronda | |
| Consuela Biaz | |
| Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently | |
| She bathed his wounds | |
| And he kissed her trembling fingers | |
| Consuela Biaz | |
| Consuela Biaz from the Valley of Ronda | |
| To the hills above Fresno | |
| Just to die against her shoulder | |
| Consuela Biaz |