Raimundos
Lapadas Do Povo
Crumis ódamis
The difference between a tractor and an eggplant
It's the equivalent proportion to the good I feel for it
That's trueIn my house I take the knife and make a hole
To look from the other side at the sun that is getting dark
Come here, woman, you are well groomed, I will suck your eyes
And bite your kisses off and I'm going to eat with a spoon
Which is my trademark and I'm going so hard
That the room smells like roasted meat
I stay awake even though I'm dead asleep
Crazy curled up to the rhythm she goes imposing on myself
For each one the right word, the time and the place
But where I live there aren't any for me to look at.
(I know there are) I know they have taste for everything
Fashion goes, fashion comes, time passes and I don't change
And even thinking about it, lucky son of a bitch
I sleep poorly, eat well, make money in the world
I'm going to call my mother
Something went wrong here
I'm going to call my mother
I'm a local from Serra Pelada
The land that's always bare is all hollowed out
And Anyone can find gold in that place
They say that there are waterfalls and even a football pitch
And that the gold on the sidewalk shines brighter than the sun
It's the woman who asks the man to dance
br/>And the only ones who don't have a limousine are the children
I'm flying, I'm from the people of the cerrado
I'm on the road and if you press on, let them
I'll step aside
I'm going to call my mother
Mosquito that won't let me sleep
I'm going to call my mother
I'm local to Serra Pelada

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