EEEhh Ha-ha
I'm stuck in the mud
It's a dirty neighborhood
Where vultures have houses
And I don't have wings
But I'm here in my house
Where the vultures have wings
I'm painting, holding the mangrove wall in my backyard,
MANGUETOWN
CHORUS:
Ã, Walking through the alleys
walking in collectives
no one escapes the dirty smell
of the mud of Manguetown
Ã, Walking through the alleys
Walking in collectives,
no one escapes the dirty life of the Manguetown days
Tonight I will go out
I will drink with my friends
And with the wings that the vultures gave me during the day
I will fly all over the outskirts
I'm dreaming about the woman
that maybe I can find
and she will also walk
in the mud of my backyard MANGUETOWN
CHORUS
I went to the mangrove to collect trash,
collect crabs,
talk to a vulture... (4x)

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