Dark Dancing to Rhythms in Santiago...

As soon as the full moon rises,
I'm going to Santiago
in a coach of black water.
I'm going to Santiago.
The thatched roofs will sing.
I'm going to Santiago.
When the palm wants to be a stork,
I'm going to Santiago.
When the banana tree wants to be a sea wasp,
I'm going to Santiago.

I'm going to Santiago
with Fonseaca's blond head.
I'm going to Santiago
and with the rose's for you
I'm going to Santiago.
Paper sea and silver coins.
I'm going to Santiago.
Oh, Spain, oh, rhythm of dried seeds!
I'm going to Santiago.
Oh, fiery waist, oh, drop of wood!
I'm going to Santiago.
Harp of living tree trunks. Crocodile.
Plant in bloom!
I'm going to Santiago.
I always said I'd go to Santiago
in a coach of black water.
I'm going to Santiago.
My coral in the darkness,
I'm going to Santiago.
The sea drowned in the sand,
I'm going to Santiago.