De Cara No Chão

I call the cocota
I'll ask her out
She makes a sweet treat
But pile it up at the end
She says last night ended so badly
But tonight she won't be so
Face down on the ground
Digging in vain
Oh, baby, baby
Decanting

I felt displaced and tense while traveling
When sagas insist on repeating themselves
That night there was an explosion
But no decanting tonight
Face down on the ground
Digging in vain
Oh, baby, baby
Decanting

Today

It was already then
Digging in vain
Face down on the ground
Oh, baby, baby
Face down on the ground
Decanting
At the foot of a volcano

Today