Mestre Marçal
Grupo Semente
Master Marçal
If someone’s got my back, I know how to dress
Just need some clothes, oh yeah, just need some clothes
Hey, folks. That’s how Master Marçal used to talk, check it out
I’m eating porridge from the edge of the plate
While it cools down in the middle
Go find your crew, you’re bluffing
Hello, drums
I live on top of my shoes
I’m getting by the best I can
You get what I’m saying, buddy
If the jaguar dies, the jungle is ours
If someone’s got my back
But I know we’re in this together
Yet, we’re not, my dear, mixed up
I want the sea to catch fire
I’ll eat fried fish and you’ll have baked
I’m heading for the test tube
God protect me from modern things
'Cause those who sleep, my dear, on borrowed time
Don’t have the right to stretch their legs
If someone’s got my back
Take care of yourself, don’t come to me
'Cause you’re losing your edge
And say that I won’t change
I was born knowing nothing
And I’ll die too
Without learning it all
And if death is a rest
My dear, I’d rather live tired
I just want the world
To end in a landslide
So I can die leaning on something
If someone’s got my back
All good, just right
But it doesn’t have a leg, it hurts
Don’t make requests of me
You see, you don’t know
Who you’re gonna dance with in the hall, you’re lost
You don’t invite me to the party
It’s only for funerals, my dear
That you call me
The hunchback knows how to lay down
'Cause who sleeps in the corner of the bed?