Poc li denté é tcheu
Mayra Andrade
Little by little it's enough
I already saw that life is very difficult
But loneliness doesn't make me emigrate to suffer
On the beach, the box of the commander's orders
And if you arrive on the land, it's to praise Our Lord Jesus Christ
Give me work, I want to stay
I don't need a passport
My documents are
Nothing, hammer, but my two arms
Don't paint me to go
A child doesn't grow up without a father
My father wrote to me
To go take care of my paperwork
But my heart
Already said no: The way to go!
But I can't stay here above all
Always looking for work, but a piece of house to live in
Give me work to earn
That bread every day
Little by little it's enough, fortune outside is fantasy
Don't paint me to go
A child doesn't grow up without a father
