Ploft

Oh Northeast, sitting on the corner of the map
Forgotten by the Kings of the world in a century of light
It looks out to the Atlantic: Americas, Africas
Indians, poor folks, and youth, all a black blues

The pain of the Northeast, the color of the Northeast
From this one and that one that man can't see
The open veins of Latin America:
A thousand poets, primates hugging the E.T.

The anarchy of the body, passion day by day: sensuality
And the revelry of the people in democracy: happiness
The pleasure and the work that women demanded: freedom
All the youth in radioactivity: wildness
Under the sun of the stars, everything is new: alchemy
Ah! my God, if I could really sing, I would dance

Sensuality
Wildness
Happiness
Alchemy
Freedom
Utopia