Cachorro Vira-lata

I really like stray dogs
Who walk alone in the world
Without a leash or a boss
I like gutter dogs
Who, when they hear the bugle
Go after the battalion

I really like stray dogs
Who walk alone in the world
Without a leash or a boss
I like gutter dogs
Who, when they hear the bugle
Go after the battalion

And speaking of dogs
I know there's one up on the hill
A specimen
Who, even though he doesn't dance samba
Licks the feet of the hustlers
When they go to samba
And when the samba is over
The stray dog is barking, sobbing
Nostalgic for the drumming
Stays up until dawn
Sniffing the dust of the place

I like a stray dog
Who walks alone in the world
Without a leash or a boss
I like gutter dogs
Who, when they hear the bugle
Go after the battalion

I really like stray dogs
Who walk alone in the world
Without a leash or a boss
I like gutter dogs
Who, when they hear the bugle
Go after the battalion

And even among canines
Different destinies
Tend to be
Some have dinner and lunch
And others don't even have a bone
As a bonus to gnaw
And when the dog catcher passes by
We quickly guess the conclusion
The stray dog, poor thing
Who wasn't registered
This time turned into soap

I like a stray dog
Who walks alone in the world
Without a leash or a boss
I like gutter dogs
Who, when they hear the bugle
Go after the battalion

I really like stray dogs
Who walk alone in the world
Without a leash or a boss
I like gutter dogs
Who, when they hear the bugle
Go after the battalion

I like a stray dog
Who walks alone in the world
Without a leash or a boss
I like gutter dogs
Who, when they hear the bugle
Go after the battalion