In the heat of winter
When the cold sets the mood
There is no greater wealth
than having a coat on top
But barely a ball pincha
The sun shines on my face
Behind her a companion
Each one at their own post
I feel like a torch
Already It's in shirt sleeves
And you're my rich coat
You're already a goalpost
Knock ring bell
à ^s bucket of water on the fire
Ã^s like conceding a goal
Knock rings bell
Ã^s like conceding a goal
Against the current of the game
Come the universe
Come the solar system
As for me, there is nothing better
than having good bread ©s to feint
See the body in detail
Falanginha phalangeta
As for me, there is nothing worse
Than having a one-legged person on the team
The break was so short
And the game was still tied
I wish we could have a treat
There would be a holiday afterwards

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