Psyaymoré
We live in the forest
We are the aimorés
One of the brasilian tribes
That is the oca where i live
And i make love whith my wife
When i go hunting at night
I can see under the moonlight
Inside the lagoon because
Because the robalo brights
Set fire, cook
Let´s eat it!
(This robalo is gorgeous)
(This robalo is delicious)
Silence, i can hear well
It´s the sound of the cascavel
Ouch! it has bitten my knee
The pajé is the only one who can help me
Yeah yeah
I´m the pajé of the aimorés
I have the cure for aimorés
Yes, pajés, like the prophecy says
You have to put it on your knee
This herb whith some guaraná and açaí
And together whith some urucum
Like the prophecy says "in the lagoon"
Everybody say! "In the lagoon"
And i can swear you will be nice
When your hear the uirapuru
You give me a sacrifice
We are the uirapurus
We fly over brasilian lands
And now that we have sang
You have to give us the offering
Sacrifice!
Oh, i am the sacrifice
They are gonna eat me, they are aimorés
Wait, who is this?
It´s a portuguese and he is a priest
Eu sou o padre José de Anchieta
Sua tribo vou livrar do capeta
Veste a roupa, cobre a teta
Chegou José de Anchieta
Oh, there is a portuguese fucking my wife
But OK, he gave me a mirror
And i finally can see myself
Thank you, José de Anchieta
Thank you, José de Anchieta
Thank you, José de Anchi...
