Meu Gurufim

I will pretend I died
To see who will cry for me
And who will be laughing at my gurufim
Who will drink my cachaça
And have my coffee
And who will be flirting with my wife

When the coffin arrives
I will get up from the table
And quickly put out
The four lit candles
And I will tell my mother
Don't cry
We see who our friends are at this time