Umbabarauma (feat. Mano Brown)

Umbabarauma, African spearhead
Umbabarauma goal-man
Umbabarauma goal-man
Umbabarauma goal-man
Umbabarauma goal-man

Play ball, play ball
Player
Play ball, play ball
Corocondo

Jump, fall, get up, score, vibrate
Make room, kick and be thankful

Look at the city
It was all empty
On this Sunday afternoon
Just to see you play

Umbabarauma goal-man
Umbabarauma goal-man
Umbabarauma goal-man
Umbabarauma goal-man

Play ball, player
Play ball, Corocondô
Play ball, player
Play ball, Corocondô

Rere, rere, rere player
Rere, rere, rere corocondô
Rere, rere, rere player
Rere, rere, rere corocondô

Tererê, tererê, tererê, tererê
Tererê man goal
Tererê, tererê, tererê, tererê
Tererê man goal

Umbabarauma I want to see you play
Umbabarauma I want to see you score
Umbabarauma I want to see you play
Umbabarauma I want to see you score

Arê rê, arê rê, arê rê, Baba
Arê rê, arê rê, arê rê, Baba
Arê rê, arê rê, arê rê, Baba
Arê rê, arê rê, arê rê, Baba

African spearhead, who sees
I want to see the net swing
People want to smile, people want to sing
The crowd is happy, they want to celebrate

Umbabarauma goal-man
Umbabarauma goal-man
Umbabarauma goal-man
Umbabarauma goal-man

It was me, it was my brother
It was my brother, but I
Poor and crazy in bang
How good God gave
And from mangrove to mangrove
To collect ten thousand
Crooked and dizzy with hunger
It's always been like this!

Nothing more than a game
I know, I know yes
Here in Morumbi, faith is what moves me
My number 9, I train well and will play
Savior of the final save our Christmas
That life itself is such shit
Just for the miracle
A lion with a catfish head
About crime harassment
Without liking anyone
My team is what inspires me
For lack of someone
Wherever he is
Try if you can
Brave on Sunday, rainy on foot
But he is, he is a stadium rat
I knew it was already said on the radio
We are in the minority!
Who thought? Who would have thought?
I dreamed of this day
It's been almost 10 years without shouting, champion
Sao Paulo is empty 100 thousand Morumbi
Olympic opponent wake up will be Tri
Attention Brazil, attention
That the ball comes almost without pretension
At 27 the silence that precedes the explosion
Creole king has luck, life and death in the classic yes
Magical moment for me, a sufferer
Short step through the middle, comes through the middle
That reaches the left middle goes to the baseline
The ball, low and crosses the small area at the feet
For our hero the meaning of everything!

It's a goal
Umbabarauma goal-man
Umbabarauma goal-man
Umbabarauma goal-man
Umbabarauma goal-man