Текст: Devendra Banhart. Tonada Yanomaminista.

We burned all our clothes, blew Yopo up our nose
We're a young and lazy ol' wild boar
Yep, we followed the stork, it led us to camp
We didn't get lost but we lost a chance

1901 was the year of the bleedin' horse
And I was lonely, lonely
1902 the Devil sucked off the moon
Please hold me, please hold me

My ear to your chest
Your back to the ground
Please move, mama, please make a sound
That war party's lookin' for you and lookin' for me

Damn, damn, we weren't scared
Just unprepared, so we followed the caw
'Till our eyes were locked in
We became her and she became them

And then I heard the voice of heaven
Sayin' don't be scared of anything
I heard the voice of the land
The beautiful land, sing

I recognize you mother
In a little playful touch from death
As above so below
You're in control of the rest

Then the six nippled frog
Ran across the golden moss
Followin' behind us, behind us

And the W.A.C.
Was pointing Remington's at the trees
They couldn't find us
Can't find us