Orquidea Negra
Zé Ramalho
Black Orchid
Attention gunner
Three cannon salutes
In honor of the dead of the island of illusion
During the last revolution of heart and passion
Point to starboard
Fire!
You are the black orchid
That sprang from the wild machine
And the angel of the impossible
Planted as a new landscape
And the angel of the impossible
Planted as a new landscape
You are the pain of everyday life
You are the pain of the night at night
You are the flower of agony
The whip, the whip and the lash
You are the flower of agony
The whip, the whip and the lash
Flame!
Outside the wind echoes
And the winds carry gales
Of what was, of what would be
From what never comes back!
Of what was, of what would be
From what never comes back!
Flame!
It even looks like Greek tragedy itself
Of the deepest melancholy
It looks like the black flag
Of madness and piracy
It looks like the black flag
Of madness and piracy
Attention gunner
Three cannon salutes
In honor of the dead of the island of illusion
During the last revolution of the heart and passion
Point to starboard
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
