Orquidea Negra
Zé Ramalho
Black Orchid
Attention gunner
Three salvos of cannon shots
In honor of the dead of the Island of Illusion
During the last revolution of the heart and passion
Aim starboard... Fire!
You are the black orchid
That sprouted from the wild machine
And the angel of the impossible
Planted as a new landscape
You are the pain of day to day
You are the pain from night to night
You are the flower of agony
The whip, the lash, and the scourge
Outside echoes the gale
And the winds drag hurricanes
Of what was, of what would be
Of what never returns ever
It seems like the Greek tragedy itself
Of the deepest melancholy
It seems the black flag
Of madness and piracy
Attention, gunner...
