Psyaymoré

We live in the Forest

We are the Aimorés

One of the Brazilian Tribes

That is the OCA where I live

And I make love with 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 with some guaraná and açaí

And together with 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 Brazilian 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 Padré 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...Anchi...Achi