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Cubatao

He’s a brown eyed boy called Angelo
Nearly ten years old
He lives in a world down in the South
A world so grey and cold
'Cause instead of bees and fragrant trees
Hundred smoking factories
And no singing bird in the air
Cubata, Cubatão
Tell me what they’ve done to you
You where in paradise long ago
Down in Brazil, Cubatão
Cubata, Cubatão
You’re a victim of success
You pay your price for the progress
When will they learn it’s high time to return?
But the few who live in luxury
Will never get enough
They don’t see Angelo’s burning eyes
Don’t wanna hear his cough
They don’t ask about the smalting hug
Somewhere in the Ardin Nug
Where lives slowly drifting away
Cubata, Cubatão
Tell me what they’ve done to you
You where in paradise long ago
Down in Brazil, Cubatão
Cubata, Cubatão
You’re a victim of success
You pay your price for the progress
When will they learn it’s high time to return?
Aaaa aaaa aaa…
Cubata, Cubatão
Tell me what they’ve done to you
You where in paradise long ago
Down in Brazil, Cubatão
Cubata, Cubatão
You’re a victim of success
You pay your price for the progress
When will they learn it’s high time to return?
Cubata, Cubatão
Tell me what they’ve done to you
You where in paradise long ago
Down in Brazil, Cubatão
Cubata, Cubatão
You’re a victim of success
You pay your price for the progress