Viral

Tropical winds from South America
That whistle through the palm trees
And sculpt in the sands
So many people in this village

White plus black plus indigenous
And the bronze in the skin is not just a color
Mix of Aruanda with New Jerusalem
Land of everyone and land of no one

This is Northeastern Brazil
The sacred backyard, mother of all mischief-makers

If you're viral, I'm a clothesline
Your viral, evil curse
Come to this backyard
We're not interested (and we won't even go!)
To leave

Come in, play
Build this round dance with mud
Spin the world
We unravel your plot
A patchwork quilt and wind on the clothesline
Carry far this our tropical song

If you're viral, I'm a clothesline (I'm a clothesline)
Your viral, evil curse (got sick)
Come to this backyard
We're not interested in leaving here

Come in, play
Build this round dance with mud
Spin the world
We unravel your plot
A patchwork quilt and wind on the clothesline
Carry far this our tropical song

If you're viral, I'm a clothesline (I'm a clothesline)
Your viral, evil curse (got sick)
Come to this backyard
We're not interested in leaving here

Come in, play
Build this round dance with mud

Hail Lia de Itamaracá
Come Julhin, give me your hand, come Julhin
Let's go, let's go, gather the people

Round dance, little round dance
Let's all sew together
Spin the world
We unravel your plot

And let's turn around
Every now and then we'll turn
Come in (spin, spin)
Play (change the world)
Build this round dance with mud
Spin (world turns)
World (spins around)

We unravel your plot
A patchwork quilt and wind on the clothesline
Carry far this our tropical song

If you're viral, I'm a clothesline (I'm a clothesline)
Your viral, evil curse (got sick)
Come to this backyard
We're not interested in leaving here

Come in, play
Build this round dance with mud
Spin the world
We unravel your plot
A patchwork quilt and wind on the clothesline
Carry far this our tropical song

In the beginning God created everything
And everything was a mess
And God said: Marat sá