We have the right to suffer
We have the right to sing
As everyone sings
They would sing, the rooster crows
How much smoke they smoked
In Cantareira, in Canto da Bia
And in Canto dos Araças
Crescent moon, there are people eating people
There are so many cold people
But there are so many hot people
With lots of light
With little ass
Shau Pais Baptiston is Pedro Luace's brother
Alright, alright, alright, alright,
Ubatuba, Garatuba, Ubatuba, Imbituba,
Garaguatatuba, protect the turtles
Whoever sits on the stool plays bossa nova
Whoever sits on yours, on yours, I'm not
I'm on my back
Paba Garopaba, the coconut fell on the old native's head
Dona Izaura gave a gift
For me, for you
To share with us

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