O Cometa

Rough dancer
Delicate as it is
Boy's eyes
Shaman's sway

Thug's feather
Doctor's rhyme
His black belt
Decorated in yellow

But the decorum, the chorus
Status quo
He used to say:
Dude, like, ew!
And his strength was
His voice
Still is, will be like this
Among us

He was my teacher
He was my accomplice
His mind, I know
I only reach the index

Palace beast
Garden pest
Conducted tin
And translated from Latin

But the decorum, the chorus
Status quo
He used to say:
Dude, like, ew!
And his strength was
His voice
Still is, will be like this
Among us

The comet passed
Marked my body
It is written
The comet passed
Scratched time
And it was