| We burned all our clothes, blew Yopo up our nose
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| We’re a young and lazy ol' wild boar
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| (Yeah, yeah, aw, the dude was running some cinnamon)
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| Yep, we followed the stork, it led us to camp
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| We didn’t get lost but we lost a chance
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| Damn, damn! |
| I swear I’ve been to this jungle floor before
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| 1901, that’s the year of the bleedin' horse
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| And I was lonely, lonely
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| 1902 the Devil sucked off the moon
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| Please hold me, hold me
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| My ear to your chest
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| Your back to the ground
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| Please move, mama, please make a sound
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| That war party’s lookin' for you and lookin' for me
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| Damn, damn!
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| We weren’t scared, just unprepared
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| So we followed the caw
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| 'Till our eyes were locked in
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| We became her and she became them
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| And then
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| I heard the voice of heaven
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| Sayin' don’t be scared of anything
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| I heard the voice of the land
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| The beautiful land, sing
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| It sang
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| I recognize you mother
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| In a little playful touch from death
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| As above so below
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| You’re in control of the rest
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| Then the six-nippled frog
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| Ran across the golden moss
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| Followin' behind us, followin' behind us
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| And the W.A.C
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| Was pointing Remingtons at the trees
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| They couldn’t find us, couldn’t find us (find us)
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| Can’t find us, can’t find us (can't find us)
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| Can’t find us, can’t find us, can’t find us! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tonada Yanomaminista , by - Devendra Banhart. Song from the album Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня