Same old smiles in the sun
A parade in white, It's time for some fun
The general waves from his stage
To the samba queen, let out of the cage

Happily she's dancing
To celebrate this day
Seven sins, seven years
And all he has to say:...

Maybe saome say:
"That is life: Being eaten, the fittest survive..."
Still I won't be able to dance
My toes are gone, cut off in advance

Have you faced the terror?
Samba-dancing death
Torture toys to make you talk
And all you've got to say is:...