Cicale

What a nuisance you are, buddy
Every now and then I would hurt you
I would like to leave you to go elsewhere
Yes, I know we are two cicadas
Not very involved in social matters
On a tropical palm

Because we like the sun and tranquility
The noises of humanity bother us
Which is already burning slowly
But meanwhile, we sing

Country you go to, assholes you find
You can't count them, they are millions
Country you go to, assholes you find
They are the worst and survive extinctions

And it's not a matter of DNA
Who knows if sooner or later an ultra will govern

We keep singing, even if we feel bad
We are the cicadas, the cicadas
The forest is disappearing, fear overwhelms us
We are the cicadas, the cicadas
And even if we don't like it, we keep singing
Even in pain, under this noise

Country you go to, assholes you find
You can't count them, they are millions
Country you go to, assholes you find
They are the worst and survive extinctions

And it's not a matter of DNA
Who knows if sooner or later an ultra will govern
Ah ah ah ah

Maybe we could leave from here
Yes, but where? To Singapore?
I have an alternative, my friend
Beyond these leaves, among the stars
But remember that

Country you go to, assholes you find
You can't count them, they are millions
Country you go to, without exceptions
They are the worst and survive extinctions