Comparsa Silenciosa

They play and play, the air and the tiles shift
So a call can pass quietly through Durazno
So they can dream with their string of hope
The five little brown kids and the ghost of a drum

Play that tune, keep on playing
They hear the wood even when it’s not there
Play that tune, keep on dreaming
Five little brown kids through the city

They play and it echoes in the air from their hands and skin
The rhythm of a Figari in a silent sway
No one else but them hears that imaginary sound
Only the flight of their hands announces the drum