Cachorro Vira-lata

I really like stray dogs
Who walks alone in the world
No collar and no boss
I like gutter dogs
That when you hear the trumpet
Go after the battalion

I really like stray dogs
Who walks alone in the world
No collar and no boss
I like gutter dogs
That when you hear the trumpet
Go after the battalion

And speaking of dogs
I know it exists there on the hill
A specimen
That although I don't know
The feet of the scoundrels lick
When will they samba

And when the samba is already over
Mutt is barking and sobbing
Missing the batucada
Stay until dawn
Smelling the dust of the place

I really like stray dogs
Who walks alone in the world
No collar and no boss
I like gutter dogs
That when you hear the trumpet
Go after the battalion

I really like stray dogs
Who walks alone in the world
No collar and no boss
I like gutter dogs
That when you hear the trumpet
Go after the battalion

And even among canines
Different destinations
They are usually
Some have dinner and lunch
And others not even a bone
As a bonus to gnaw on

And when the cart passes by
We can quickly guess the conclusion
The poor mutt
That was not enrolled
This time it turned into soap

I really like stray dogs
Who walks alone in the world
No collar and no boss
I like gutter dogs
That when you hear the trumpet
Go after the battalion

I really like stray dogs
Who walks alone in the world
No collar and no boss
I like gutter dogs
That when you hear the trumpet
Go after the battalion

I really like stray dogs
Who walks alone in the world
No collar and no boss
I like gutter dogs
That when you hear the trumpet
Go after the battalion