Muxima Wamiê
Hélvio
My Heartache
My heartache is groaning, oh yeah My heartache
My heartache is suffering, oh yeah My heartache
In Benguela, where my love is
My land, my people
In Benfica, where mom used to wake us up
I would stay, doze off a little more
Oh yeah, show
My heartache is suffering, oh yeah My heartache
My heartache is groaning, oh yeah My heartache
In Benguela, where my love was
My land, my people
In Benfica, where mom used to wake us up
I would stay, doze off a little more
And now as I think like this, oh, oh
In the city of the heart, São João, Caotinha, oh, oh
Hot pepper on the plate, moonshine in the glass, when I go
Hot pepper on the plate, moonshine in the glass, when I go
Through the piece far from the sea that took me
Because I'm going, oh, I'm going
I'm going closer to who I am
Because I'm going, oh, I'm going
I'm going closer to who I am
And now as I think like this, oh, oh
In the city of the heart, São João, Caotinha, oh, oh
Hot pepper on the plate, moonshine in the glass, when I go
Hot pepper on the plate, moonshine in the glass, when I go
Through the piece, far from the sea that took me
Because I'm going, oh I'm going
I'm going closer to who I am, I'm going, I'm going
I'm going, oh, I'm going
I'm going closer to who I am, I'm going, I'm going
I'm going, oh, I'm going
I'm going closer to who I am, I'm going, I'm going
I'm going, oh, I'm going
Hey, I'm going
Oh, I'm going
Hey, I'm going
Oh, I'm going
Hey, I'm going
Oh, I'm going
I'm going
Oh, I'm going
I'm going
Oh, I'm going
I'm going
Oh, I'm going
I'm going
Oh, I'm going
