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She's on the trunks of the trees

On the course of the rivers,

On the roar of the jaguar

On the heat of the ram forest.

Life is destroyed.

As you burn a book of matches,

Human anthills

Dig searching for riches.

But never remember to thank.

Red turns white.

Green turns black.

Clear turns disorder.

The jungle doesn't threaten men.

It's just an obstacle to progress,

And the Queen of the forest.

Will agonize until death.