Cubatao - A La Carte

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