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We arrived at the sea by car around the sand
Backpack on our shoulders, we go to the groin
And how do these animals get along all together and for some reason we humans don't
We are responsible for our planet, think about it
Great, we shake the architect's hand
Planet, ball, fall - we hope for your extermination
What we don't see at first glance
We won't ever find out what it is
We are rooting for our Brazil
So we hide behind the masks of life
We all want freedom from everything
We bought our son a small inexpensive motorcycle