Down in Chacala
In old Mexico
A calm disposition
Enveloped his soul
Beach it lay barren
The full moon was high
Crash of the waves
The sounds of the night
Out in the darkness the ebb and the flow
Clear of the breakers alone
Heaven stood painted in black and in white
Hung at the Artist's delight
Oh His delight
Oh His delight
Oh His delight
Oh His delight
Floating he knew that
While counting the swells
A big one approaching
In which to dwell
Well up shot the cannon
From waters so deep
A rush toward the land
The waiting complete
All at once it rose through the vale
Leviathan then took to the air
Forced and shot now coming alive
Flowing within he was fully aligned
Fully aligned
Fully aligned
Fully aligned
Down in Chacala
In old Mexico
A calm disposition
Enveloped his soul