Bom Brasileiro

He was a good Brazilian
He didn't just think about money
He knew the whole neighborhood
He flirted to use the lighter

The art of love, the cachaça at the bar
And the tired mind from thinking

The soccer matches
Lit up by the sunset
And the friend from the hill
To whom you can ask for help

The art of love, the cachaça at the bar
And the tired mind from thinking