A sky at low tide
Seen from here
The sky is starless
Seen from here
Just a few more traces
Traces of life
Where do the passing angels go
Near here
Is this the end that threatens
Until here
Let's leave us a trace
A trace of life
When there were birds there I remember
They drew a flag in the sky
Useful like the love song of the Amazon
br/>Who carried us away
Under the big top, we sing a chord, a call
Under the big top, the time of a hope, below
Under the big top, we sing a chord , SOS
Under the marquee, danger approaches, below
When there were birds, it comes back to me
Another philosophy something good
Useful as the Indian air of the Amazon
Carried us away
Under the marquee, we sing an agreement, a call
Under the marquee, the time of hope, below
Under the marquee, we sing a chord, SOS
Under the marquee, danger approaches, below
But the angels are passing by and we will no doubt soon
As they pass by the birds
As the birds pass by
No more trace the sky is a desert
But where are the birds going?
Under the marquee, we sing a chord, a call
Under the marquee, the time of hope, below
Under the marquee, we sing a chord, SOS
Under the marquee, danger approaches, below

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