Deep in the jungle,
When I'm back, when my work is done;
Deep in the jungle,
Where everyone knows that white is the soot;
Deep in the jungle,
Where they drink for the sake of it,
Since otherwise nothing's clear,
Where a single match is enough
To start an eternal fire.
When the night was a girl
And when every day was an ocean wave,
When no saucers ever entered my window
And when my words stayed by my side,
I said: enough, here's my body,
Here's my head and everything inside it.
While I'm alive, I want to see the world,
The one that can't be read about
In the jungle.
I want to see a doctor
With medicine in his clean hand,
Or a priest that I'll be able
To find a common language with,
I want to see the sky, the real one,
With this one being a small part of it,
And I'm coming back here,
There's a place to soar here, since there's also a place to fall
In the jungle.
And the grass is always greener
At the other side, while this one is but a jail,
As Maxim Gorky said to Cleopatra
When they were going crazy:
"If you want to save you sphinxes,
Bring them to our barnyard.
We know that the purpose of life
Is to give light to those who are in the darkness
Of the jungle."
So no need to call me,
The phone station is amidst the murrain.
Writing me letters will get you nowhere:
Here, letters are delivered by the thief.
He doesn't give a damn about words,
But still takes them, since it's in the blood;
While we write on the currency notes,
It's useless to send the letters of love
Here, to the jungle.
Deep in the jungle,
When I'm back, when my work is done;
Deep in the jungle,
Where everyone knows that white is the soot;
Deep in the jungle,
Where they drink for the sake of it,
Since otherwise nothing's clear,
Where a single match is enough
To start an eternal fire
In the jungle.