Letra de Poilão

[Testo di "Poilão"]
Obscene morning
Mosquitoes and queen bees
Feverish morning
Wrapped in hot hot heat
First days of Summer
In my tiny that has no Spring
Archipelago
Lively morning
The brood is on the beach
Crumbled eggshells
Wrapped in hot hot heat
First days of Summer
In my tiny that has no Spring
Archipelago
The canoe limps
Slowly over my shell
It takes a break
At the heart of the trench
The paddle man
Hums a jazzy jazz song
The canoe limps slowly
Over my shell
Obscene morning
Mosquitoes and queen bees
Feverish morning
Wrapped in hot hot heat
First days of Summer
In my tiny that has no Spring
Archipelago
The canoe limps
Slowly over my shell
Why do we constantly look for
New sand dunes?
New sunsets?
The canoe limps slowly
Over my shell