The Lost Books. English Version.

On the winds from the east, our voices drift away. Nine books of

the past, lost in the wars decay. Chilam Balam, where are you?

Your memory hides in the stars and the moon. Chilam Balam, come back home,

so Lakin-Ik remembers what we've always known. In the waters

and the stars, in the jungle and the flame, every page still calls to us,

every echo speaks your name. Chilam Balam, where are you? Your memory hides

in the stars and the moon. Chilam Balam, come back home, so Lakin-Ik

remembers what we've always known. Jaguar of the night,