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 were a 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 were a 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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