Lyric

Plantains in the air, my love

Tropical flavor rising up above

The rhythm’s hot, my heart’s a spiral spin

Billiard balls keep rolling, back again

In this story

A journey with no end, no place to go

Trash lines the streets, a sea of despair

The city screams, throws anger in the air

Turtles swim through plastic waves so tragic

Where’s the hope that hides within the magic?

Bachata with a rebel beat

Drums are pounding in the heat

Words are sharp, they cut the pain

Freeing sorrow like the rain

Plantains

Billiards

Trash and turtles in this tale

In the poetry of chaos

We find peace to sail

Shadows dance beneath the neon glow

An old guitar plays soft and low

Rum on lips tells stories long gone

While the world burns on and on

And the silent moon just waits alone

Children run barefoot on the platform ground

Selling broken dreams without a sound

Time slips away like grains of sand

But in every heartbeat

There’s still a stand

Bachata with a rebel beat

Drums are pounding in the heat

Words are sharp, they cut the pain

Freeing sorrow like the rain

Plantains

Billiards

Trash and turtles in this tale

In the poetry of chaos

We find peace to sail