Great Mission
The jungle near Manaus
The Amazonas full of Piranyas
The birds of paradise
Disappear into the green desert
For years and years
We are hungry and desperate
For the only thing worth living
The excess
We end our great mission exhausted and sad
And there is no hope left
When suddenly in a cloud of golden smog
The father of excess
Jumps out of the water of the Amazonas full of Piranhas
And screams to the lost souls
What are you doing at the Amazonas?
Leave Manaus full of Piranyas
You will not find excess in the jungle
And then, he opened the green curtain
Made of fleshy leaves and said
I show you the excess of the asphalt a Montmartre
The excess of the belly dance in Abu Dhabi
And the excess of the everlasting night in Manhattan
Are you ready for the sensation Del Tango a Rosario?
Leave him, the gorilla
Leave the jungle of the Amazonas
Leave Manaus full of Piranyas
And follow father excess