Roendo As Unhas
Paulinho da Viola
Biting Nails
My samba doesn't care that I'm in a
Walking around biting my nails in the early morning
Sitting on the curb not wanting anything
Smelling around the corners, no flower of mine
My samba doesn't care if I don't rhyme
If I pick up the guitar and it goes out of tune
My samba doesn't care if I don't have love
If I give my heart like that without discipline
My samba doesn't care if I disappear
If I tell a lie without regret
When I'm in a good mood, it comes with me
And it stays like this if I get sad
