In the plains of Commodock, Acabour of the animal kingdom
You look at the corpses, you miss the tarmac
Diluvian rains that remind you of this motto chanted in Vietnam
Our is not to do or die, our is to smoke and stay high
In the motu, in the motu, in the motu
The pale night, the night falls
Not a woman on the horizon
Our is not to do or die, our is to smoke and stay high
In the motu, love in the motu, in the motu
Linda Napalm has left us