Guadeloupe کے بول

The wind softly drifting along The Caribbean sunrise As the day goes by things get slowerand more amusing Until, finally, in a sudden splash Of glory The night begins again Wild, twisting, two-step, turning The yearning of young and old alike The crickets begin with anxiety Muffled by darkness Ancient rites of voodoo are brought to mind In jungles, all things appear to be just what they are The spirit that lies within Wild, twisting, two-step, turning The yearning of young and old alike Ahhhh...