Milo J: Tiny Desk Concert

He is the king of the jungle. Malunguinho is king, the king of the jungle.

I was at the crossroads. My hat has holes in it. I was there in the jungle, waiting for Maluguinho.

Malunguinho is king. He is the king of the jungle. Malunguinho is king, king of the jungle.

I was at the crossroads. My hat has holes in it.

I was there in the jungle, waiting for Malunguinho.

I remembered the melody that played when I smiled, but I can't go back, to take the salt out of my wounds.

Today I remembered when I died, but I think it was in another life.

And even though I do want to go back, time wins again.

I am afraid of the dark because I am just another stone in the sand that one day will disappear and the peace will break my chains.

Today I remembered when I died, but I think it was in another life, I remembered the melody that played when I smiled. Nothing else happened.

Though I wasn't a good person, I vaguely learned that the heart lies to you, I am not a good person. how do they expect us to know who we are now?

Will I be a good person or condemned to live in a loop of a foolish past that expects me just to learn without letting me understand?

There is no current that becomes a light without a bulb, I am the dance of vicissitude.

What a teacher time is, if it tells us no.

We are students of the multitude.

The truth shows us that there is love in the eyes of a child, but I am not the same and I live with my pain every day.

Filthy!

I am afraid of the dark because I am another stone in the sand that someday will disappear and peace will break my chains.

Today I remembered when I was dying, but I think it was in another life Today I remembered the melody that played when I smiled.

I am afraid of the dark because I am just another stone in the sand that someday will disappear and peace will break my chains.

Today I remembered when I was dying, but I think it was in the other life, Today I remembered the melody that played when I smiled.

It's already over even though it hurts.

Today, I return to sing a deep sorrow, I still get scared if the alarm rings, for fear of where I might wake up, for fear that everything has been a lie.

I am more messed up as the years go by. My body wants to disappear.

And my soul wants to leave and never return.

Today I return to sing about a deep sorrow, I still get scared if the alarm rings, for fear of where I might wake up, for fear that everything has been a lie.

I am more messed up as the years go by. my body wants to disappear.

And my soul wants to leave and never return, We come from the South of time, From an Eden in the suburbs. Brown, Mestizos, and blonde Set to the same wind, happy in the attempt to accompany his Black, white and brown songs with the neighborhood as our true North pasted in a passport, alongside out foolish hearts, to the whole world, with his exceptional band, a carnival was made with a rhythm of earth and leather.

Let the morning star find us, defending in every note, the enormous strength that sprouts from Latin America.

What an honor for Catalina to sing alongside Milo J.

Argentina, Tiny Desk.

In your arms, always in your arms.

In your arms, always in your arms.

In your arms, always in your arms, in your arms, always.

Dark-haired, mud-colored, who learned to live with nothing and with a little, he already has everything.

Chillin', chin-chín is the way, I don't give a damn about the when, but I care about the how.

If the sun is solidifying, and the moon keeps mooning, why not humanize myself?

And I am another drop on a giant cloth.

If the sun is solidifying, and the moon keeps mooning, why not humanize myself? I'm another drop on a giant cloth.

Follow the ch'alla, ch'alla, follow the trail.

Follow the cha'alla, cha'lla, follow the trail.

I'm flying with dangling wings to dodge a destiny that asks me to be like I was before.

Being happy is a moment, not a way of life- nor the meaning of existence.

Don't be so foolish. I have no God nor religion.

Loves x10, I opened my heart, I went out walking in my underwear, They are sorrow with a shell.

Just in seeing you, I have a couple of premonitions under my brow I am a blank book and I don't have morals.

If the sun is solidifying, and the moon keeps mooning, why not humanize myself? I'm another drop of a giant cloth.

If sun is solidifying, and the moon keeps mooning, Why not humanize myself?

I am another drop of a giant cloth.

Just seeing makes me want the whole world, but there are always obstacles to loving you.

Just seeing you makes me want the whole world, But there are always obstacles to loving you.

Come on Maza Martín, Come on Maza Martín.

No, I skimped. No, I skimped.

I have some tattoos under my skin, that didn't heal, and others keep coming back.

I don't feel like myself.

And upon seeing the sunset, I wanted to go slower.

Night sky eyes that tell me it's my turn to leave here.

It's all lights and suns, but it's a drag if there's nowhere to go.

Catalina!

I have some tattoos under my skin that didn't heal, and some keep coming back.

I don't feel like myself, and upon seeing the sunset, I wanted to go slower, and we're running out of time.

Light, where were you?

I was looking for you.

A past soul, I'm manifesting myself.

I have some tattoos under my skin that didn't heal and some keep coming back.

I don't feel like myself, and upon seeing the sunset, I wanted to go slower, and we're running out of time.

I have some tattoos under my skin that didn't heal and some keep coming back.

I don't feel like myself, and upon seeing the sunset, I wanted to go slower, and we're running out of time.

Well, my name is Milo J.

Both me and my incredible band came directly from Argentina.

Except for these- these guys, these incredible guys called Agarrate Catalina, who are an incredible Uruguayan murga group.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Another beautiful country.

I don't drink mate!

To continue with the next song, It's called "Niño.” How will it be in the cove of the old ceiba tree- the jasmine and orchids in bloom, where the thrush sang sweetly.

I want to see myself reflected again in your Cambá eyes, and for you to kiss me like I kissed you, under the shade of the jacaranda.

Child, lean on my memories.

Try to sleep in peace.

I feel the weight on your conscience from mom's crying.

I saw that the fear of abandonment doesn't let you breathe.

I feel the knot in your stomach when they talk to you about your dad.

Child, make peace with life.

The meadow is not made of stone.

The nostalgia of your past doesn't let you walk.

Who killed your little smile of hope and kindness?

I know you want to sleep and never wake up again.

Love, don't cry. I see light in your sorrows.

Following your heart, dancing in a thrushes' song.

Love, love, don't cry, I see light in your sorrows, Following your heart.

Son, they stole your little eyes from me. The moments I lost.

I know I asked my destiny for time, and it said, "Today is your turn."

I know one day you will be grown, I know one day you will understand, your old man's advice, I am resting in peace.

I looked up to the sky to see if maybe you were looking this way.

I know your dawn died alongside the reason for its colors.

Because we always want to return to where we were once happy and we forget that living is being here now, is being present.

I watch the fireflies that were deep in the depths of your heart.

I see how they dance on a rosary accustomed to hearing your voice.

If I look at your face I am born again. Life will pass you won't come back.

I don't see your face in the coffin, I see a being of light disappearing.

I'm leaving.

Always.

I'm leaving.

Always.

I see you, I dream of you, I miss you.

I see you, I dream of you, I miss you.

I see you, I dream of you, I miss you.

I see you, I dream of you, I miss you.

I see you, I dream of you, I miss you.

I see you, I dream of you, I miss you.

I see you, I dream of you, I miss you.

I see you, I dream of you, I miss you.

I see you, I dream of you, I miss you.

I see you, I dream of you, I miss you.

I see you, I dream of you, I miss you.

I see you, I dream of you and I miss you.

I have a tattoo under the skin, that didn't heal, and others that keep coming back.

I don't feel like myself, and upon seeing the sunset, I wanted to go slower, we're running out of time.