| Song | Elongo |
| Artist | Bedouin Soundclash |
| Album | Light The Horizon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Malinowski | |
| The last of some bad debris, | |
| Falls through the coconut trees, | |
| Twilight claims me, | |
| Inching calmly. | |
| Through restaurant radios, | |
| Came a calypso, | |
| Stood with elongo, | |
| Inside a shadow. | |
| Elongo, how long though, | |
| from here to san pedro, | |
| we draw lines in the sand. | |
| Elongo, how long though, | |
| Until we will get back home | |
| The sun is setting low. | |
| Will youth come and go, | |
| Singing the songs they know, | |
| Like Mother Teresa | |
| And Vishnu Siddhartha | |
| And you fly paper planes, | |
| A cow wake is where they lay, | |
| The roots of your family, | |
| The guns of your history. | |
| Eloongo, how longo, | |
| From here to san pedro, | |
| We draw lines in the sand. | |
| Elongo, how long though, | |
| Until we will get back home, | |
| The sun is setting low. | |
| Is it sailing away, | |
| Or am I waiting in vain? | |
| Do you break all your chains, | |
| For it to all wash away. | |
| Elongo, how longo, | |
| From here to San Pedro, | |
| We draw maps in the sand. | |
| Elongo, how long though, | |
| Until we will get back home, | |
| The sun is setting low. | |
| Elongo, how longo, | |
| From here to San Pedro. | |
| Elongo, how longo, | |
| From here to San Pedro | |
| We draw lines in the sands, | |
| We draw lines in the sands. |
| zuo qu : Malinowski | |
| The last of some bad debris, | |
| Falls through the coconut trees, | |
| Twilight claims me, | |
| Inching calmly. | |
| Through restaurant radios, | |
| Came a calypso, | |
| Stood with elongo, | |
| Inside a shadow. | |
| Elongo, how long though, | |
| from here to san pedro, | |
| we draw lines in the sand. | |
| Elongo, how long though, | |
| Until we will get back home | |
| The sun is setting low. | |
| Will youth come and go, | |
| Singing the songs they know, | |
| Like Mother Teresa | |
| And Vishnu Siddhartha | |
| And you fly paper planes, | |
| A cow wake is where they lay, | |
| The roots of your family, | |
| The guns of your history. | |
| Eloongo, how longo, | |
| From here to san pedro, | |
| We draw lines in the sand. | |
| Elongo, how long though, | |
| Until we will get back home, | |
| The sun is setting low. | |
| Is it sailing away, | |
| Or am I waiting in vain? | |
| Do you break all your chains, | |
| For it to all wash away. | |
| Elongo, how longo, | |
| From here to San Pedro, | |
| We draw maps in the sand. | |
| Elongo, how long though, | |
| Until we will get back home, | |
| The sun is setting low. | |
| Elongo, how longo, | |
| From here to San Pedro. | |
| Elongo, how longo, | |
| From here to San Pedro | |
| We draw lines in the sands, | |
| We draw lines in the sands. |
| zuò qǔ : Malinowski | |
| The last of some bad debris, | |
| Falls through the coconut trees, | |
| Twilight claims me, | |
| Inching calmly. | |
| Through restaurant radios, | |
| Came a calypso, | |
| Stood with elongo, | |
| Inside a shadow. | |
| Elongo, how long though, | |
| from here to san pedro, | |
| we draw lines in the sand. | |
| Elongo, how long though, | |
| Until we will get back home | |
| The sun is setting low. | |
| Will youth come and go, | |
| Singing the songs they know, | |
| Like Mother Teresa | |
| And Vishnu Siddhartha | |
| And you fly paper planes, | |
| A cow wake is where they lay, | |
| The roots of your family, | |
| The guns of your history. | |
| Eloongo, how longo, | |
| From here to san pedro, | |
| We draw lines in the sand. | |
| Elongo, how long though, | |
| Until we will get back home, | |
| The sun is setting low. | |
| Is it sailing away, | |
| Or am I waiting in vain? | |
| Do you break all your chains, | |
| For it to all wash away. | |
| Elongo, how longo, | |
| From here to San Pedro, | |
| We draw maps in the sand. | |
| Elongo, how long though, | |
| Until we will get back home, | |
| The sun is setting low. | |
| Elongo, how longo, | |
| From here to San Pedro. | |
| Elongo, how longo, | |
| From here to San Pedro | |
| We draw lines in the sands, | |
| We draw lines in the sands. |