Imperial

Laia there Laia there Laia there Laia there (8x)

Come
Like a pilgrim returns to the feet of the rock
Like an initiate knows the password
You and I, two flashes of bush and crystal
Kisses, The old firewood burning in the bonfire
Balloons crossing the sky of Madureira
The Mountain in us telling us it's imperial...

Heir,
The sparkles of the first Africa
Staff silver belt on the single mother, Oh, oh, oh
The navel is the key to the treble clef.
Flag,
Like carnival on a Wednesday
White moon in snow on the tamarind tree, Oh, oh, oh
Green sea torn by a lighthouse knife