Sailing around the islands of the Caribbean Sea
The voodoo drums made the winds rise
Discovering reefs where English corvetes
Lied for a long time in their cloaks of clay
br/>I forgot the name of this lost island
Where the rapid current pushed my black boat
I searched for a long time for an unknown land
Hidden at the bottom from the waters of the Caribbean Sea
If you go to San Salvador
Go see the woman
Who knows how to read the eyes of fate
Also in the flames
She will say very strong words to you
Like the drums
Which dance on the land of the dead
Just before daybreak
At the edge of the forests, on the © de Belém
There lived a French legionary deserter
He ran a counter, he sold F.M.
Food, trucks, women, napalm
He lived there all alone, consumed with fever by the equator
Confidence was not his strong point, everything had to be paid for in advance
His conscience was in a port, with a woman, in France
He lived like a hunted tiger, tense and relaxed
Never spoke of the past, even completely schlass
If you go In San Salvador
Go see the woman
Who knows how to read the eyes of fate
Also in the flames
She will say very strong words to you
Like the drums
Which dance on the land of the dead
Just before daylight
Shrouded in chlorophyll and sun
The white sand of the big islands lulls you to sleep
Secrets hidden in boxes have fake tastes
The night falls like a knife on a condemned man
I say nothing about the precedents for you who told me ©listenings
My adventure is in the wind and in the listenings
Time does not wipe away the blood and the black earth
Wear the mourning for the innocent and for their mother moire
If you go to San Salvador
Go see the woman
Who knows how to read the eyes of fate
Also in the flames
She will say very words to you s strong
Like the drums
Who dance on the land of the dead
Just before the day
When you don't stay in your hole from life to death
We get wrinkles and then blows, also remorse
Little girl from Bahia, looking out to sea
Wait another time, I'm on the margins
I'm still looking the lost island in the Caribbean
Between death and the unknown as weak as a target
But if you go to San Salvador
Go see the woman
Who knows how to read the eyes of fate
Also in the flames
She will tell you very strong words
Like the drums
Which dance on the land of the dead
Just before daylight

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