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Magallanes Child
The time came for our team to move south from Santiago to Punta Arenas, the most southerly city in the world and the starting point for our journey to Cape Horn. Whilst waiting for weather and support ships we were taken to film a Chilean 'Campos' (Farm). There on the reservation set aside from the rest of the land, lived an Indian family of which the boy'Micha Spirit' was the youngest.
In this most beautiful and desolate paradise Micha played daily with his small wooden ship on the shores of the Magellan Straits. We befriended each other. He would beg me to take him to England and always he referred to me as 'Papa.
In the height of the winter the wind and the sea meet in turmoil from the West.
In the shadow of the mountains lies a place in the land where I know best.
He calls my name and whistles as he plays among the whale bones above the tide.
This is Micha Micha my Magllanes child.
Tell me little soldier is your heart yearning to be free
As the wind keeps on blowing and the condors circle to eternity.
Englaterra Papa pour favour Englaterra papa pour favour
I am Micha Micha your Magallanes child.
I don't see you often your from the edge of the earth
Alone with your wooden ships since your birth
You are Micha Micha my Magallanes child.
The English seaman cried from their ships amidst the thunder of the Magellan Straits
It makes me wonder how Micha could be a child in the tempest of the Andes Wastes.
Englaterra papa pour favour
I am Micha your Magallanes child
Magallanes child.