Dichavando
Ventania
Grinding
If every wind that blew from the north
Diverts me to the northwest making the leaves turn
Turning the page was when I saw the end of the story
Now it's time for me to be able to sing
There I grind, you grind, he grinds
We grind ground so we can smoke
There I grind, you grind, he grinds
We grind ground so we can smoke
Mr. Officer, I'm smoking a joint
Let this not bother you, let me smoke
I'm going to Brasília, I'm going to talk to the president
By decree in these people, to legalize things!
There I grind, you grind, he grinds
We grind ground so we can smoke
There I grind, you grind, he grinds
We grind ground so we can smoke
If every young person who smokes a joint
Says he's crazy and addicted, with reason to intern!
But from the species I was born the human being
What consumes me the most, ignorance will send away!
There I grind, you grind, he grinds
We grind ground so we can smoke
But I grind, you grind, he grinds
We grind ground so we can smoke
I live singing smoking a well-rolled joint
I started smoking a little one, I was still a young man!
From then on, I smoked a lot of stuff
Jererê, marijuana, come here crazy weed!
There I grind, you grind, he grinds
We grind ground so we can smoke
There I grind, you grind, he grinds
We grind ground so we can smoke
Mr. Officer, I'm smoking a joint
Let this not bother you, let me smoke
I'm going to Brasília to talk to the president
By decree in these people, to legalize things!
There I grind, you grind, he grinds
We grind ground so we can smoke
There I grind, you grind, he grinds
We grind ground so we can smoke