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Amerigo

We were going to see the world
In this land we placed Baptismal fonts
And an infinite number were baptized
And they called us «Carabi»
Which means «Men of Great Wisdom»

Where are you going and are you going anywhere?
Where are you going? Send me a letter, if you go at all

Ahh, the salvation of souls
But wisdom we had not
For these people had neither King nor Lord
And bowed to no one
And they had lived in their own liberty

Where are you going and are you going anywhere?
Going in circles, going in circles, anywhere

I saw the new, the inconstant shifting of fortune
And now I write to you
Words that have not been written, words from the New World
Tracing the circles, moving across my eyes
Lying on a ship and gazing at the western skies
Tracing lazy circles in the sky

Hey! Wake up! Wake up!

Where are you going and are you going anywhere?
Where are you going? Send me a letter, if you go at all

It's such a delight to watch them dance
Be it sacrifice or romance
Free of all the things that we hold dear
Is that clear, Your Excellency?

And I guess it's time to go
but I gotta send you just a few more lines from the New World

Tracing the circles, moving across my eyes
Lying on a ship and gazing at the western skies
Tracing lazy circles in the sky, tracing lazy circles

And the sky opened and we laid down our armour and we danced
Naked as they, baptized in the rain of the New World