What we're gonna do
if the lion wakes up?
Soften the flesh
or sharpen our nails?
What we're gonna do
if his female wakes up?
Kiss her womb
or lick her tits?
What we're gonna do?
The milk gets sour,
Oh, sad tigers,
in your navels.
What we're gonna do?
The wheat withers,
Oh, sad tigers,
you better rest with me
and let's watch the rain
It is better if we rehearse God's dream,
now that his vigil,
so much, it shakes us.
Oh, Sad Tigers,
I was also born in dry savannah
to wait,
to save my l a s t b r e a t h
and to watch the rain,
to watch, I watch.