Ashes To Ashes (The Amazonian Last Cry)

Close to Equator
Atmosphere is hot and humid
Incompatible with human life
But many people live in the jungle

Under inhuman conditions
It's not only climatic stuff
It's social problem, implicit and
Unbelievable

Rubber tappers extract many drops a day
From the tree heartwood, and receive few coins
Misery defined many riverside
Communities

Fast and furious without stopping
Faster than we can see
All green area is disappearing
World lungs have to breathe
Day after day accidentally burned
Pastures only increase
Too much ashes are accumulated
All landscape is gray

The world stopped to watch
The death of the forest
Behaviors and cultures until
There's nothing else to do

In the eye of the hurricane
All sounds completely insane
Fire orchestrated
In a perfect harmony
Ashes are in our hands
Ashes are everywhere
Hands are still dirty
No matter how far we are
Backing: Revertere ad locum tuum

Along the river, children played
Children played until yesterday
Over there, sneaking in the woods
Young men learn to hunt

In the tribe, women work a lot
Making handicrafts of all kinds
Shaman and its sacred rituals
Maintaining their culture alive

In Amazonia, there is great variety
Of cultures, people and beliefs
Living in total equilibrium
Before the white man arrives

European colonizers
Came here with no mercy
Started to decimate them
One by one giving no chance

Gradually, they disappeared
There are no children in the river

No more hunting lessons
No more handicrafts
Shaman only takes care
Hurt people are everywhere

There is no culture, there are no habits
There are no answers, only questions

Why are they running to survive?
Por que existir sem lutar?

In the eye of the hurricane
All sounds completely insane
Fire orchestrated
In a perfect harmony
Ashes are in your hands
Ashes are everywhere
Hands are still dirty
No matter how far you are
Backing: Revertere ad locum tuum