I'm stuck in the mud
It's a dirty neighborhood
Where vultures have homes
And I don't have wings
But I'm here in my house
Where the vultures have wings
I paint holding the
Walls of the mangrove in my backyard
Manguetown
Walking through alleys
Walking in collectives
No one escapes the dirty smell
Of the mud of Manguetown
Walking through alleys
Walking in collectives
No one escapes the dirty life< br/>From the days of Manguetown
Tonight I will go out
I will drink with my friends
And with the wings that the vultures
Give me to the day
I will fly by the whole outskirts
I'm dreaming about the woman
That maybe I can find
She'll also walk
In the mud in my backyard
Manguetown
I went to the mangrove to collect trash
Catch crabs
Talk to a vulture

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