Aganjú

I waited for you to grow with the moon
I saw a good chair and sat down
I sneezed, caught your cold
For being out in the cold, I caught a chill

You pleased me, hit the mark
Made me miserable, warmed me up
Tore my clothes and it was worth it
And swore conversations of God

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Aganjú

Who knows the struggle to settle
Knows the work it takes
To fight for bread and bring
Survival to the house

I found the question in the street
One hundred percent the lack of ground
I'll pray to never lose
This structure that is you

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