3 X 4 (Marilu)

Marilu you well told me
That I can't stand to stay here
I'm slowly dying, Marilu
Missing my homeland there

Just by looking at your 3x4 photo
I feel a squeeze in my heart
And if things get a little tighter
I might just come back by plane

To see my backlands
See the corn cobs again
Blooming from the flag
See the land wet from rain
Smell your neck
Dancing the Baião