On the skin of the bass drum the blood rumbles
(Rounds)
The fans dance, coiled in their tribal fury
ÃÂHow many days have passed?
à How old are they?
How many children are there?
And the people
Who continue to dream the Things that others created >They are worth, they are worth, they are worth much more, more, more
Disfigured faces
They are only seen here.
Because of the delirium that grows
We are The carnival is coming
I don't want it to end
The agitation of living
Always on this journey
Free stone for me
I am like that
And I take charge
Nothing and no one
Can change me
I am like this
And I take charge
Nothing and no one
Can change me< br/>To the drums
To the drums
To the drums
To the drums

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