I stand on this stage,
my soul smells like talcum powder
Like a baby's bottom, a baby's bottom
My clear aura only those who are
clairvoyant can see, can see.
I bring my band,
only those who know where Luanda is
will know how to value it, give it value
It's worth as much as it weighs for those who value
the crazy butt of the drum, of the drum
Eternal fire to chase away
Hell to another place
Eternal fire to create
Hell
Out of here, out of here
Out of here, out of here
I come to the party,
I know that many have on their forehead
The sun god as a sign, the sign
I, as a devotee, bring a basket
of joys from the backyard, from the backyard
br/>There is also a pitcher, the one in charge is the
goddess of music asking
to leave, to let
Pour the balm,
make the song sing,
the singing, singing
Eternal fire to chase away
Hell to another place
Eternal fire to create
Hell
Out of here, out of here
Out of here , out of here
I get on this stage,
my soul smells like talcum powder
Like a baby's bottom, a baby's bottom
I bring my band,
only those who know where Luanda is
will know how to value you, give value

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