Cubatao

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

Hundred smoky factories

And no singing bird in the air

Cubatao Cubatao

Tell me what they’ve done to you

You were a paradise long ago

Down in Brazil Cubatao

Cubatao 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 small tin hut

Somewhere in the only mud

Where life’s slowly drifting away

Cubatao Cubatao

Tell me what they’ve done to you

You were a paradise long ago

Down in Brazil Cubatao

Cubatao Cubatao

You’re a victim of success

You pay your price for the progress

When will they learn

It’s high time to return

Cubatao Cubatao

Tell me what they’ve done to you

You were a paradise long ago

Down in Brazil Cubatao

Cubatao Cubatao

You’re a victim of success

You pay your price for the progress

When will they learn

It’s high time to return

Cubatao Cubatao

Tell me what they’ve done to you

You were a paradise long ago

Down in Brazil Cubatao

Cubatao Cubatao

You’re a victim of success

You pay your price for the progress

When will they learn

It’s high time to return