Because he's from there
From the hinterland, there from the cerrado
There from the interior of the forest
From the caatinga of the roçado
I almost don't go out
I almost don't have any friends
I almost can't go out
Stay in the city without being upset
Because it's made of wool
That's probably why
I don't like soft beds
I don't know how to eat without pork rinds
I hardly ever I don't speak
I almost don't know anything
I'm like stray frogs
In this crowd of cattle walking aimlessly

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN