Close to Equator Atmosphere is hot and humid Incompatible with human life But many people live in the jungle Under inhuman conditions It's not only climatic stuff It's social problem, implicit and Unbelievable Rubber tappers extract many drops a day From the tree heartwood, and receive few coins Misery defined many riverside Communities Fast and furious without stopping Faster than we can see All green area is disappearing World lungs have to breathe Day after day accidentally burned Pastures only increase Too much ashes are accumulated All landscape is gray The world stopped to watch The death of the forest Behaviors and cultures until There's nothing else to do In the eye of the hurricane All sounds completely insane Fire orchestrated In a perfect harmony Ashes are in our hands Ashes are everywhere Hands are still dirty No matter how far we are Backing: Revertere ad locum tuum Along the river, children played Children played until yesterday Over there, sneaking in the woods Young men learn to hunt In the tribe, women work a lot Making handicrafts of all kinds Shaman and its sacred rituals Maintaining their culture alive In Amazonia, there is great variety Of cultures, people and beliefs Living in total equilibrium Before the white man arrives European colonizers Came here with no mercy Started to decimate them One by one giving no chance Gradually, they disappeared There are no children in the river No more hunting lessons No more handicrafts Shaman only takes care Hurt people are everywhere There is no culture, there are no habits There are no answers, only questions Why are they running to survive? Por que existir sem lutar? In the eye of the hurricane All sounds completely insane Fire orchestrated In a perfect harmony Ashes are in your hands Ashes are everywhere Hands are still dirty No matter how far you are Backing: Revertere ad locum tuum