Festa Na Roça
Os Barões da Pisadinha
Party in the Countryside
It's impossible to describe
You have to see it to believe
When the forró starts
The people start to dance
Put the pressure on the sound
And let the chaos begin
Today I arrive and run
And I'll go back home drunk
It's impossible to describe
You have to see it to believe
When the forró starts
The people start to dance
Put the pressure on the sound
And let the chaos begin
Today I arrive and run
And I'll go back home drunk
Oh, it's good stuff
And the crowd likes it
Big chaos
It's a party in the countryside
Oh, it's good stuff
And the crowd likes it
Look at that big chaos
It's a party in the countryside
Oh, it's good stuff
And the crowd likes it
Big chaos
It's a party in the countryside
Oh, it's good stuff
And the crowd likes it
It's impossible to describe
You have to see it to believe
When the forró starts
The people start to dance
Put the pressure on the sound
And let the chaos begin
Today I arrive and run
And I'll go back home drunk
It's impossible to describe
You have to see it to believe
When the forró starts
The people start to dance
Put the pressure on the sound
And let the chaos begin
Today I arrive and run
And I'll go back home drunk
Oh, it's good stuff
And the crowd likes it
Big chaos
It's a party in the countryside
Oh, it's good stuff
And the crowd likes it
Look at that big chaos
It's a party in the countryside
Oh, it's good stuff
And the crowd likes it
Big chaos
It's a party in the countryside
Oh, it's good stuff
And the crowd likes it
