After the party, i woke up on a tropical island
After the party, i woke up on a tropical island
I was with three new friends in Manaus,
We drunk, on, two, three Caipirhina, Brazilian booze,
I couldn’t stop thinking about a Brazilian girl in France,
Have you ever drink four Caipirhina, in the jungle?
Walking back to our little dirty hotel at midnight,
We were singing and dancing in the deserted streets,
I remember a driver trying to run us over at green light,
That is what Saturdays look like in Manaus nights,
When I woke up, I really was in the virgin forest,
Multicolored birds were singing loud everywhere,
M hammock, was deep and comfortable like wool,
Later at noon, we were eating cooked piranhas,
A blue and yellow Ara Parrot, enjoyed our company,
When I Woke up, I really was in the virgin forest,
Ten blue and yellow Ara parrots were making conversation,
The girl I was thinking about became my loved wife
Copyright © Yann Rolland | Year Posted 2024
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