Mindala Jinka

Our fellow walks alone

Through your lands and your ears

He was born to do so so like no one would interfere

Fellow being made of hands flesh and wood

Though he needs people to swarm around and

Every time he would make his cord swing

Deep inside his heart and nostrum fellow

Isn't someone you can even stop walking

I'm walking and feeling those crates in my dreams

I fight against this sweet disease

I need I feed I love and breed

And spread it all over again

You're dancing for your star

It shines above your eyes

Hoping the lights would spread

And brake the gates of your devoted mind

For it to bring you out of this world around

But your sweet mother first fellow,

You have to bring her down

You're dancing through my spine

It's made of gold and silver

The men behind the line

Will offer your some slavers of so many lies

Hidden behind the trees

Then you'll be walking through that desert

Feed up your disease

I'm walking and feeling those crates in my dreams

I fight against this sweet disease

I need I feed I love and breed

And press until the stress grows mean

I'm walking feeling they scratch my dreams

I fight against this sweet disease

I need I feed I love and breed though

And just spread it all over again, hey low

And spread it all over again, say no

away oh low low

And spread it all over again

Yeah baby

You're dancing like a cat

And wiggling like a snake

No one can bring you down

No one will ever brake your neck

'Cause underneath this pure stainless skin

Lives a humble monkey with the heart of a king