Macumba
Mader Jean-Pierre
Voodoo
She came without luggage
When, stranded from a shipwreck
In the holds of a cargo ship she left her island
For a new world far from the slums
At the Voodoo, Voodoo
She dances every night
For the dockworkers at the port who only think about drinking
At the Voodoo, Voodoo
She dances every night
For stranded sailors looking for a fight
At the Voodoo!
To find the strength to wait
She sells, I'll say, tender dreams
Tequila shots warm her memory
Of her words from the past burning like hope
At the Voodoo, Voodoo
She dances every night
For the dockworkers at the port who only think about drinking
At the Voodoo, Voodoo
She dances every night
For stranded sailors looking for a fight
At the Voodoo
At the Voodoo, Voodoo
She dances every night
For the dockworkers at the port who only think about drinking
At the Voodoo, Voodoo
She dances every night
For stranded sailors looking for a fight
At the Voodoo, Voodoo
She dances every night
To the rhythm of salsas, to the chords of guitars
At the Voodoo, Voodoo
She dances every night
And she offers her night for a few dollars
At the Voodoo, Voodoo
At the Voodoo, Voodoo
At the Voodoo, Voodoo