O Último Xote do Ano

I like you like a miner likes a Bahian
I love you like Gilberto loves Caetano
I want you like the theater wants a Cancerian
As if it were a xote, the last of the year

Leave it in the sink, tomorrow I'll wash the dishes
The day was long and it's not good for the mouth
I just want a smell, a kiss, and a beer
You can leave your clothes on the table

That the floor is ours
Check if this wooden floor isn't a good deal
And whisper in my ear that the world is ours

Uh, uh, uh, uh

I like you like a miner likes a Bahian
I love you like Gilberto loves Caetano
I want you like the theater wants a Cancerian
As if it were a xote, the last of the year

I like you like a miner likes a Bahian
I love you like Gilberto loves Caetano
I want you like the theater wants a Cancerian
As if it were a xote, the last of the year

Latin American to the core I am
Ironic, dramatic, and romantic
I give songs, play kisses, and send flowers

Girl, to me you're the end of the Libertadores
A masterpiece, an 'Auto da Compadecida'
Fireworks for Our Lady of Aparecida
García Márquez, Gaza, Joy, Gasoline
Beautiful girl, I want you still

That the floor is ours
Check if this wooden floor isn't a good deal
And whisper in my ear that the world is ours

Uh, uh, uh, uh

I like you like a miner likes a Bahian
I love you like Gilberto loves Caetano
I want you like the theater wants a Cancerian
As if it were a xote, the last of the year

I like you like a miner likes a Bahian
I love you like Gilberto loves Caetano
I want you like the theater wants a Cancerian
As if it were a xote, the last of the year

From Jorge Amado, that's what I'm armed with
Smoke
Verses I give you a sip to see the smoke
Dance

And in this dance see that 'Captain of the Sands' or any mermaid's corner
Serves for us
To love

On the floor
That is ours