Linha de Frente

The knot of your ear still hurts in me
And Cebolinha sent word
That when the 'fleguesa' arrives
Many little breads will be tasted

Magali sets the pace of the situation
It's just that this bakery never sold bread
And everything bad always falls here
There are few people on the border, so just come

Money comes to confuse love
The heavy saint without a procession
In the Monica gang of the asphalt
Cascão is king of the hill and things heat up easily

Who's on the frontline
Can't chicken out
The innocent smile
Of the children over there