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I'm going to tell a story
Of a hero that I have
We all live the euphoria
We have the memory left
I met him on TV
Very at dawn
And the innocence of a child
Who throws punches
People called him Pambe
And he was joy
And the hope of a people
That had nothing
The tricolor on its legs
Well strengthened
And in those iron fists
There is something which is mine
Yesterday was the heat of the country
From glory to cold
Of everything you gave us
I never forget
And although remember them far away
That I shouted your name
Close to God Saint Basilio
And so far from man
And he fought
And he believed ³
And he dreamed
And he won for that
And he bought it
And he deceived him
And he was a child
And he took advantage
And he fought
And he won
And he was encouraged
He got into it
And he lost
And he left it
He was already grown up
And he didn't care
And today life
Puts us against the ropes
If I fall
I will surely lose in the score
Nothing could defeat his heart