The last of some bad debree
falls through the coconut trees
as twilight claims me
Entring calmingly
through rusted radios
came a Calypso
I stood with Elongo
inside a shadow
Elongo Elongo
From here to San Pedro we draw lines in the sand
Longo Halongo
until we will get back home the sun is setting low
the youth come and go
singing the songs they know
and Mother Tereasa .......
and you find the paper plates
count wickets where they lay
roots of your family
guns of your history
Elongo Elongo
From here to San Pedro we draw lines in the sand
Longo Halongo
until we will get back home the sun is setting low
is it sailing away
or am I waiting in vein?
did you break all your chains
for it to all wash away?
Elongo Elongo
From here to San Pedro we draw maps in the sand
Longo Halongo
until we will get back home the sun is setting low
Elongo Elongo
From here to San Pedro
Elongo Elongo
from here to San Pedro
we draw lines in the sand
we draw lines in the sand
falls through the coconut trees
as twilight claims me
Entring calmingly
through rusted radios
came a Calypso
I stood with Elongo
inside a shadow
Elongo Elongo
From here to San Pedro we draw lines in the sand
Longo Halongo
until we will get back home the sun is setting low
the youth come and go
singing the songs they know
and Mother Tereasa .......
and you find the paper plates
count wickets where they lay
roots of your family
guns of your history
Elongo Elongo
From here to San Pedro we draw lines in the sand
Longo Halongo
until we will get back home the sun is setting low
is it sailing away
or am I waiting in vein?
did you break all your chains
for it to all wash away?
Elongo Elongo
From here to San Pedro we draw maps in the sand
Longo Halongo
until we will get back home the sun is setting low
Elongo Elongo
From here to San Pedro
Elongo Elongo
from here to San Pedro
we draw lines in the sand
we draw lines in the sand