He's a brown eyed boy called Angelo Nearly ten years old He lives in a world down in the south A world so grey and cold 'Cause instead of bees and fragrant trees Hundert smokey factories And no singing bird in the air Cubata Cubatao Tell me what they've done to you You where in paradise long ago Down in Brazil Cubatao Cubata Cubatao You're a victim of success You pay your price for the progress When will they learn It's high time to return But the few who live in luxury Will never get enough They don't see Angelo's burning eyes Don't wanna hear his cough They don't ask about the smalting huug Somewhere in the Ardin Nuug Where lives slowly drifting away Cubata Cubatao Tell me what they've done to you You where in paradise long ago Down in Brazil Cubatao Cubata Cubatao You're a victim of success You pay your price for the progress When will they learn It's high time to return aaa aaaa aaaa, aaaa aaaa, aaaa aaaa aaa... Cubata Cubatao Tell me what they've done to you You where in paradise long ago Down in Brazil Cubatao Cubata Cubatao You're a victim of success You pay your price for the progress When will they learn It's high time to return Cubata Cubatao Tell me what they've done to you You where in paradise long ago Down in Brazil Cubatao Cubata Cubatao You're a victim of success You pay your price for the progress When will they learn It's high time to return