Aldeia da Meia Praia
Right there at the foot of Lagos
I'm going to make you a song
The best I know and do
They came from Montegordo
Some for his own foot
One arrived on a bicycle
Another went in reverse
When your eyes stumble
In the flight of a seagull
Instead of fish sees pieces of gold
Falling into the auction
Whoever comes to live here
Do not bring a table or bed
With six feet of earth
A hut is built
You work all year round
They leave you naked at the auction
They suck you down to the marrow
They take your scalp
I wish we had
From Augustine to courage
To feed the rage
To choke the bourgeoisie
Goodbye he said to Montegordo
Nothing holds him back from the bad past
But nothing holds him back to the present
If only he is the one deceived
Eight thousand hours counted
They worked according to precept
Until the first one came
Authenticated document
They were women and children
Each one with their own brick
This was an orchestra here
anyone who says otherwise is a fool
And if bad language doesn't stop
I live here, don't leave
For nothing erases nobility
Of the Meia-Praia Indians
It was always your figure
Shark of a thousand shavings
You leave everything up to you
When in prison you notice
The elections are over
The expected result
What you have seen is out
Many works embargoed
But not of his own free will
Because the fight continues
Because his story is his
And the people took to the streets
High finance bosses
They make everything go backwards
They say the world just moves on
Having a foreman in front
They were women and children
Each one with their own brick
This was an orchestra here
Anyone who says otherwise is foolish
And plays paperwork
In the shuttle of ministries
But they will have to escape the screams
Still the band goes on the road

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