Red, red, like the lateritic soil
Zebra shadow on the old wooden floor
I met you under the leaves of a banana tree
Blessed are you who come in the name of the world
Washed out are the colors of the flag
I see in the morning through the windows of my car
You're the symbol of a lost paradise
Don't let the rain erase you before my coming back
Sweet and sour, as the dish on the stove
As the memories that took control of my thoughts
They're too sweet to be true and too sour to be kept
Let me live again, as if nothing happened
Lie down on this frayed hammock chair
Wait for the moths to gather around the light bulb
Former intruders are now part of your world
Open your house to nature and your mind to adventure