Atotô
Juçara Marçal
Atotô
I rolled on the ground
The blessing atotô
Your xaxará
The wound dried up
The flower of the old one
Healed me
The flower of the old one
I rolled on the ground
The blessing atotô
Your xaxará
The wound dried up
The flower of the old one
Healed me
The flower of the old one