Marginália II

I, American, confess
My fault, my sin
My desperate dream
My well-kept secret
My distress

I, American, confess
My fault, my exile
Dry bread every day
Tropical melancholy
Black loneliness

Here is the end of the world
Here is the end of the world
Here is the end of the world

Here, the Third World
Asks for blessings and goes to sleep
Among waterfalls, palm trees
Guavas and banana trees
To the song of the mourning dove

Here, my panic and glory
Here, my noose and chains
I know my story well
It starts on the full moon
And ends before the end

Here is the end of the world
Here is the end of the world
Here is the end of the world

My land has palm trees
Where the strong wind blows
Of hunger, fear, and a lot
Mainly of death
Olele, lala

The bomb explodes out there
And now, what will I fear?
Oh, yes, we have bananas
Even to give away and sell
Olele, lala

Here is the end of the world
Here is the end of the world
Here is the end of the world