Chico, Alessandra and Mané
Go on foot, go on foot
Fourteen kilometers of ground
My brother, my brother
Picking salt from the ground
It's three in the morning
Alessandra hasn't been feeling well lately
Feel the glow of Alexander's lighthouse
They say that the great Alexander
Wrote about a river
An underground stream
Of the Aegean, in Aydin
Picking salt from the ground
It's three in the morning
Alessandra hasn't been feeling well lately
Feel the glow of Alexander's lighthouse
Lost souls sail on the river, the stream
Sailing forever on the vertical river
Alessandra is dead already
But she needs to believe
It's three in the morning
Feel the glow of Alexander's lighthouse