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 
Hundert smokey factories 
And no singing bird in the air 

Cubata Cubatao 
Tell me what they´ve done to you 
You where in paradise long ago 
Down in Brazil Cubatao 

Cubata Cubatao 
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 huug 
Somewhere in the Ardin Nuug 
Where lives slowly drifting away 

Cubata Cubatao 
Tell me what they´ve done to you 
You where in paradise long ago 
Down in Brazil Cubatao 

Cubata Cubatao 
You´re a victim of success 
You pay your price for the progress 
When will they learn 
It´s high time to return 

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Cubata Cubatao 
Tell me what they´ve done to you 
You where in paradise long ago 
Down in Brazil Cubatao 

Cubata Cubatao 
You´re a victim of success 
You pay your price for the progress 
When will they learn 
It´s high time to return 

Cubata Cubatao 
Tell me what they´ve done to you 
You where in paradise long ago 
Down in Brazil Cubatao 

Cubata Cubatao 
You´re a victim of success 
You pay your price for the progress 
When will they learn 
It´s high time to return