A la Carte - 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

Written by:
k Van Haaren, Tony Hendrik

Publisher:
Lyrics © Radio Tele Music, Royalty Network

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