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...