It's getting late, Commander, we close one eye, we open it again in prison
When dawn rings at the stop of the houses
To the song of bird names we we raise
Wandering shipwreck friends
What traps, what bad luck, what fish tails
What gold on the surface, what songs
Arrives at the pavilion
We ankles, we Nailed the banjo
Saint Marcemard admiral without makeup
How you talk to yourself, how you make yourself fail
How rare the sky is and the deep blue
On the mud where the cakes flow
A stroke of doubt, air of the embargo
Oh no, no, no,
Go, go go
Tango today, up there fangango
Chaloupé capsized calypso
Chaloupé the admiral embargo
Ankles, us and holed hulls,
Blurred by the banjo
Buoys that go to the bottom of the water
We are beautiful, beautiful
Blurred by the banjo
Beautiful boats with holes in their hulls,
Blurred by the banjo
Buoys, what are you doing at the bottom of the water
We are beautiful, beautiful
Blurred by the banjo, by the banjo
Blurred by the banjo
Banjo blurs
Banjo blurs

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