It is fulfilling
Only those who feel it in their flesh
Know how good it is
Only those who ate it
The bread that the devil kneaded
Knew that it is not It's legal
It's not a natural thing
That leaves a bitter taste
That sometimes calls for a drink
To forget that taste
Of salt
But, it doesn't matter...
Companion,
Only those who marked themselves with fire
Really lived
And I'm already there
Practically almost all
Queimada
Sometimes I river
And with my hand on my heart
I extend the other to take it to my mouth
That bread .