Novo Aeon

The night sun is now rising
Something is happening
It's not on the radio and it's not
In the newsstands

Every day or any place
One leaves the factory and the other leaves home
And even the women, once called slaves
No longer want to serve

To the sound of the mother serpent's flute
In Adam's para-hell within us
The baby dances
A very different dance

The wind blows and sweeps the old streets
Wild grass breaks the bare stones
Covering the asphalt that held
Terrible stories

There's no longer guilty, nor innocent
Each person or thing is different
So, based on what
Do you punish those who are not you?

To the sound of the mother serpent's flute
In Adam's para-hell within us
The baby dances
A very different dance

Wanting mine is not stealing yours
Because what I want is just my own

Alternative society, new aeon society
Is a shoe on each foot
It's the right to be atheist or to have faith

To have a plate full of the food you like most
To be carried, or to carry people on your back
The right to have laughter and pleasure
And even the right to let Jesus suffer

The baby dances
A very different dance
Wanting mine
Is not stealing yours
Because what I want
Is just my own
Alternative society
New aeon society
Is a shoe on each foot
It's the right to be atheist
Or to have faith
To have a plate full of food
That you like most
To be carried, or to carry
People on your back
The right to have laughter and pleasure
And even the right to let
Jesus suffer