idst Macondo

He covers our eyes
No more blue-blue skies
He puts a mask
We are heading from Murmansk
We hear his voice
Listen to him, we have no choice
You're empire in disguise
Follow yellow butterflies

Macondo
Macondo, Macondo
We are leaving to Macondo
Macondo, Macondo

He is one from three kings
We are northern vikings
His thoughts lead our boat
The only chance we break forth abroad
He thought: “We can build new world
From ashes, people, blood and cold”
We don't want to hear new cries
Just to live among yellow butterflies

Macondo
Macondo, Macondo
We are leaving to Macondo
Macondo, Macondo
We are leaving to Macondo
Macondo, Macondo
We are leaving to Macondo
Macondo, Macondo

Just to leave among
Just to leave among
Just to live among yellow butterflies
Just to leave among
Just to leave among
Just to live among yellow butterflies

Macondo
Macondo
Macondo