In the plains of Commodock, Acabour of the animal kingdom
You look at the corpses and you regret the asphalt
Deluge rains that remind you of a motto chanted in Vietnam
Ours is not to do or die, ours is to smoke and stay high

In the motu, in the motu, in the motu

The pale night, the night falls, not a woman on the horizon
You wonder how you will do, at the mercy of the red birds
Then suddenly it comes back to you, a secret so well kept
Ours is not to do or die, ours is to smoke and stay high

In the motu, love in the motu, in the motu

Tonight in the motu, come
Tonight in the motu, come
Tonight in the motu, come
Tonight in the motu

Matmos
Matmos
Matmos
Matmos

Linda Napalm has left us, at the end of the corridor a vahine
Monoï steam, dilated eye, and suddenly starts to sing
In the motu it's so hot, you feel your aura starting to rise
Ours is not to do or die, ours is to smoke and stay high

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