- Atomic Horses
- Black Velvet Widow
- Burn, little girl
- Campsite Insomnia
- Chapel chant
- Cut Finger & Serpent Servants
- Deer Lady
- Golden watch rabbits
- Greek Manhattan
- Johnny Powers
- Jokers
- Me & my friend
- Minstrel & the Mountain
- Naughty night birds
- Numerologia pt
- O Pêlo pt
- Out of this God-damn town
- Piper at the gates of dawn & Born at the crossroads
- Revolution
- Sailors
- Stay-Connected
- Stonemanson
- Temple of the frog
- The Bear
- The box
- Três de quatro olhos pt
- Viciado em tetas pt
- Virtue | Curse
- The Spanish cut
- Winter Time
The Bear
Most words are nonsense
Written on paper, toys
When I was young I was
A scout, a boy, we used to
Build, construct, walk, sometimes to run
Once, we saw a bear, all of us took our knives
Praying, we moved forward and stabbed each other
So the bear couldn’t kill us
Somehow an angel found his way through With a hand or two,
he pulled us from that state
I was now satisfied as I saw a blessing
I was turned into a bear, finally
I could scratch my back on trees