I'm going to tell a story to the Brazilian people
and also to the companions who live on the sea
The sailor leaves home and leaves his family crying
the children continue to grow up without taking love for his father
Learns to work the rudder and peel the potatoes
He has a headphone that only plays ska
Maria doesn't leave the house so as not to give people something to say
This is why sailors should never get married
My dear, my dear
This is why sailors should never get married
I'm going to tell a story to the country people
It's about a stoner who was born in Ceará
He came to Brasília and fucked a woman
As soon as he had a daughter he named Maria José
But time passed and he had to enlist
He immediately chose the navy because he had never seen the sea
His desperate wife couldn't stop praying
It's because Zé Pereira didn't even know how to swim
My dear, my dear
And the rest of the story doesn't even need to be said
My dear, my dear
Northeastern stoner who wanted to straighten up
My dear, my dear
*And that's why Raimundos will one day end*

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