Manguetown

I'm stuck in the mud
It's a dirty neighborhood
Where vultures have houses
And I don't have wings

But I'm here in my house
Where vultures have wings
I keep painting, holding the walls
In the mangrove of my backyard and Manguetown

Walking through the alleys
Riding in buses
No one escapes the dirty smell
Of the mud of Manguetown
Walking through the alleys
Riding in buses
No one escapes the dirty life
Of the days of Manguetown

Tonight I'll go out, I'll drink with my friends, ah
And with the wings that the vultures gave me during the day
I'll fly through the entire outskirts
I'll dream of the woman
That maybe I can find
And she will also walk in the mud of my backyard
Manguetown

Walking through the alleys
Riding in buses
No one escapes the dirty smell
Of the mud of Manguetown
Walking through the alleys
Riding in buses
No one escapes the dirty life
Of the days of Manguetown

I went to the mangrove to pick up trash
To catch crabs
To talk to vultures