Sailing around the Carribean sea's islands
The voodoo tamtams made the winds get up
Discovering some reefs where English corvettes
Were laying in their clay coats since long
I forgot the name of this lost island
Where the fast current pushed my black boat
I searched an unknown island for long
Hidden under the water of the Carribean sea
If you go to San Salvador
Go and see the woman
Who can read in the eyes of fate
And in flames too
She will tell you very strong words
Like the drums
Which dance on the land of the dead
Quite before dayspring
At the forest edges, on the side of Belém
Was living a deserter french Legionnaire
He was having a trading post, used to sell FM radios,
Supplies, trucks, women, napalm
He was living alone there, fever-drained by the Equator line
He was not very good at trust, everything was to be paid in advance
His conscience was in a harbour, at a woman's place, in France
He used to live like a hunted tiger, tense and relax
Never talked about past, even when completely tired
If you go to San Salvador
Go and see the woman
Who can read in the eyes of fate
And in flames too
She will tell you very strong words
Like the drums
Which dance on the land of the dead
Quite before dayspring
Wrapped in chlorophyll and sun
Big islands' white sand lulls to sleep
Secrets hidden in huts have cheaty tastes
Night falls like a knife on a convicted fella
You who listen to me, I tell you nothing about the previous ones (*)
My adventure lies in wind and listenings
Time does not wipe up blood and the black land
Mourns the innocent ones, and for their memory,
If you go to San Salvador
Go and see the woman
Who can read in the eyes of fate
And in flames too
She will tell you very strong words
Like the drums
Which dance on the land of the dead
Quite before dayspring
When one doesn't stay in one's hole from Life to Death
One gets wrinkles, and hits, and remorses too
Little Bahia girl, gazing out to sea,
Wait another time again, I'm on the edge
I still seek the island that is lost in the Carribean
Between Death and Unknown, weak as a target
But if you go to San Salvador
Go and see the woman
Who can read in the eyes of fate
And in flames too
She will tell you very strong words
Like the drums
Which dance on the land of the dead
Quite before dayspring