We are at home, we
We are at home,
We are at home, we
We are at home
I squirt water from my armpits and my forehead
br/>I am the one who dances and makes people jump
I raise my arms and that in our lungs
All the nicotine asks for forgiveness
I do the Po! I make the revolt of the bass
And that in the ears we keep the trace
I make the night which does not make the notables laugh
Yes I do it, I put the cards on the table
I make the mix which doesn't disgust the vote
I do it cool so that we don't break sides
I denounce what if you don't send me into the brambles
I'll do my quincunx dance for you
Chorus
We're at home
We're at home
We're at home
We are at home
I am angry with those who have learned
That respect is never given but taken
I make the Incas the lost forests
/>And the small ones that the big ones have never conquered
In the absence of the sails and the fifty-two stars
I draw a third star by hand
I make the marinade for the mixed race people
No salad, I bring up the spices
I make the heat and all the sorrow of the zithers
The castanets that send, and even the black people
Everything that will unstick us at least at the temple
Let us unpin 'But that without ever having a pamp
Chorus
I make thirst and then the march of the excluded
Let us bring out what is ugly and talk more about it
We walk in the topo no doubt
And I add, I add, go add
We just wanted to see inside ourselves for a second
The dirty beast that we say East plus chez us
I make the rain for that, I even make the cry
We don't care about the manners and the fashions and the price
As long as our shirts are reduced
br/>In sponge! We're going back shirtless this night
We'll be able to say that we were there
And that one day we saw what we had inside
We was at home
We were at home
We were at home
We were at home
I squirt water from my armpits and forehead
br/>I am the one who dances and makes people jump
I raise my arms and that in our lungs
All the nicotine asks for forgiveness
I do the Po! I make the revolt of the bass
And that in the ears we keep the trace
I make the night which does not make the notables laugh
Yes I make it, I put the card on the table
I make the mix which doesn't disgust the vote
I do it cool so that we don't break sides
I denounce what if you don't send me into the brambles
I'll do my quincunx dance for you

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