I calculated the north, I trusted my luck, I took a strong one and I went. I circumvented the old, I brought advice, I sang and sang and I went. I discovered a world at the end of the garden. I drew a map, I made a map from a cloth, I made utopian plans. To the taste of the winds and the mantiments, in Coca-Cola and Mentos I went. To the ends of the world, to the bottom of the garden. Unraveling the bush, tracing the path, where the carapim points. I got stuck in a cat, I stepped on a cat's tail, I got lost in the grass. I saw the end of the world, at the gate of the bottom, I defended life to the fullest. I ran away from an insect, I stepped on a bug, I passed near a scorpion. I discovered the cost of the end of the world like this. I only have the cunning of a plushy dog, while the sun disappears. And an action force that in Morse code sent an S.O.N. That's how I saw the end of the world. Until a roar, very strong, made the whole garden tremble. Is it a cyclone, some dragon with a hunger, or a much worse animal? It's the voice of my mother, asking for me. Thank you very much. Thank you, too, for my part. The greatest, greatest, greatest is Samuel Luria. This song is his. See you next time.