I waited for you on the moon to grow
I sat in a good chair
I sneezed in your cold
By staying there I caught a cold
You pleased me, you hit me
You made me miserable, you warmed me
He tore my clothes and it was worth it
And he swore to talk about God
Aganjú
Aganjú
Aganjú
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Aganjú< br/>Who knows how much work to pay off
Knows the work it takes
Fighting for bread and bringing
To the house to survive
I found the question on the street
One hundred percent lack of ground
I will pray that I never lose
This structure that is you
Aganjú
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