Brasileiro

Weekend, every Brazilian likes to make some music
A very cold beer
Guitar in the early hours, samba and soccer
I work the whole year
From January to January and I never tire of planting
Oh oh oh oh
Cattle pass, herds pass
Leaning on the window, the desire to sing
I am Brazilian
Indian, mulatto, white and black
I live like this
I'm a drummer (Cafuzo)
I ride a precarious bus, my salary is so small
In the shop window everything is expensive and still wants to smile
Pray to all the saints
Saint Vincent, Saint Jerome
Go find a father of the saint to build the shack
On Sunday there is laziness
I go with faith, I go to mass
And on Monday to Candomblé
Oh, what a beautiful creature
I don't understand this mixture, with this thing called silicone
No one knows if it's a man or a woman
Twelve months of agony
It arrived in the periphery with the Christmas present (cool)
I give food to the kids
I send them to play on the sidewalk
It's time for the news
Lack of food, lack of school
Lack of everything all the time
It's time to change
I live with this hard life
There are millions of creatures
Brazilians always find a reason to celebrate.