Oon gallee um tonem eh
hallo caking elenta meh
oft alone on windy days
ellon ta ban um tonem eh
gallorn tello en triclon meh
eve in shadows with no sun
give an blem in toomel eh
argen jame oh blem tin meh
playing my mandolin on the moon.

Manotello, olto tello, molto bene,
alta.

Never known before we go
before we go, we will sensor.

Acradabdakhrabra lies near
since we ended up in here.

Indios Bravas for you, people,
cause we’re crying
as Salvador died.