things move around

I am whizzing round hairpins in a truck driven by my host, Fernando.  Fernando’s son has put together a mix CD of his favourite gravel-voiced crooners, which mingles cacophonously with the pained squealing of the tires.  ¡Manejes rápido, Fernando!, I say.  You drive fast!

You think I drive fast?  I see trees of green, red roses too  You must see me five years ago. I was crazy man!  I see them bloom for me and you  I drived - drive-ed? - faster than everyone!  And I think to myself, what a wonderful world  But after I kill the burro I say “enough”.  I see skies of blue and clouds of white  I kill a horse, too, and goats - many goats.   The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night  But after the burro - how you say? - I change my ways.  And I think to myself, what a wonderful world  I was going one hundred fifty kilometers per hour.   The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky  My friend shout “burro!” It was 20 metres away!  Are also on the faces of people going by  You know burros - they don’t move! I turn the wheel fast!  I see friends shakin’ hands, sayin’ “How do you do?”  I hit the burro on the side - it spin round and round!  They’re really saying “I love you” I thought I was dead man!  I hear babies cryin’, I watch them grow  When I get out of the truck - my legs they were wet, you know?  They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know  I had piss-ed my pants!  And I think to myself, what a wonderful world  (singing) and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.