She came out naked from the house
wearing only skin by belonging.
He could not stand the rope and the gag
and he launched himself and his conscience.
He went down the path of origin
where he fell in love at every moment.
He was distributing his virgin justice
and transforming dwarves into giants.
On his head they whistled
the words of the old man, the curse:
'Soon your passion will be nothing
because what you have will have value.
I'll block your way to my pocket,
the merchants, the caravans.
Soon your eyes will not shine
and they will tell you the besieged place. '
But she went down naked to the abyss as deep as she had ever been, where hunger rots with cynicism where the sun was a dream imagined, imagined.
And it woke up countries, continents,
because it was like that and he was not ashamed
He healed patients of patience and death
with his potion of pomegranate extract, of pomegranate.
How beautiful she is, how beautiful she is,
but how beautiful that naked woman.
What a fool he is who is not looking
That beautiful woman is called Cuba, her name is Cuba.
Ai lairalá, ai laaalaralaila
ai lairalá, laralaila lailaraila
ai, lala, laralai lalala,
lai lalaralai laralailaaa, ai laralaila.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)