Maracaibo
"A tragic tale of love and war set in the sea of that Caribbean scene
Maracaibo
dance at the Barracuda
yes but dance naked
za' za'
yes but the machine pistols
yes but the machine guns
it was just a cover
she was running arms to Cuba
in love
yes but with Fidel
but Fidel wasn’t there
he was in the mountains from morning till night
Yes but there was Pedro
with the green moon
he hugged her on the crates
of nitroglycerin
Fidel came back, came back
he saw her and turned pale
his heart trembled
he fired four pistol shots at her
Maracaibo
sea force nine
escape yes but where?
hà
za' za'
The broken mast
a black fin
in the dark night
like a flag
the shark bites
into the brown skin
a white fang
like the moon
Maracaibo
the Barracuda is over
dancing naked is over
za' za'
a grand salon
twenty-three mulattas
dance like mad
house of pleasure for foreigners
I knew her
splendid queen
rum and cocaine
za' za'
if you are courteous
she’ll show you
in the brown skin
a white fang
like the moon
Maracaibo"
Adios amigo David y vajas con Dios...