Abreu Fernanda
From the Can
The Can
The can
In the early hours of the morning
In the silence in the quiet
Suddenly it was kicked
On the beat
The drumming started
And the dry sound of that can
It was funk there in lapa
It was the wailers in Jamaica
A pagoda in Nigeria
It was the I die on a war footing
It says it on the can, it kicks the can, it becomes a can
It says it on the hand, it says it on the foot, it says it
In the can
Nego says it
And it doesn't stick
It took a while to get good
It's the tram and the train
From Estácio to Pavão
There's no one for anyone
From Borel to Tabajaras
Na Mangueira na Cruzada
Lá no moro Dona Marta
From macumba to macumbada
In the restinga marabaia
Say it in the can, kick the can into the can
Say it in the hand, say it in the foot, say it
Everything power turns into a can
All power kicks cans
Everything puts into cans

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