Capoeira Pula Moita

Capoeira jumping bush
Without knowing where it's going
To me, it's a lost child
Walking aimlessly
Looking for a father
Forgetting its roots
And even who taught it
Jumping from group to group
Wanting to be a teacher
Look here, my buddy
Thank your master
And the capoeira you learned
So says the old saying
Never spit on the plate you ate from
Go go go
Come come come
Capoeira jumping bush
He will never be anyone, now go.