Fermento Pra Massa
Criolo
Yeast for the Dough
Today I'm going to eat stale bread
The baker didn't go to work
The city is all blocked
There's a bus strike, I'm just hanging around
Today I'm going to eat stale bread
The baker didn't go to work
The city is all blocked
There's a bus strike, I'm just hanging around
There are inspectors who are partygoers
Drivers, gamblers, and DJ ticket collectors
There are those who embezzle money and hinder the baker
Look here, sir!
I, who hate crowds
Don't find it an insult, it's a demonstration
To get a warm loaf of bread
With all due respect to every citizen
Today I'm going to eat stale bread
The baker didn't go to work
The city is all blocked
There's a bus strike, I'm just hanging around
Today I'm going to eat stale bread
The baker didn't go to work
The city is all blocked
There's a bus strike, I'm just hanging around
There are inspectors who are partygoers
Drivers, gamblers, and DJ ticket collectors
There are those who embezzle money and hinder the baker
Look here, sir!
I, who hate crowds
Don't find it an insult, it's a demonstration
To get a warm loaf of bread
With all due respect to every citizen
So, I stopped (stopped)
And even thought (thought)
There are those who like it
Just the way it is
Flour and cachaça are yeast for the dough
Those not in the cake disguise the disgrace
Dreams are a sweet difficult to achieve
Your baker wants a house to live in
Today I'm going to eat stale bread
The baker didn't go to work
The city is all blocked
There's a bus strike, I'm just hanging around
Today I'm going to eat stale bread
The baker didn't go to work
The city is all blocked
There's a bus strike, I'm just hanging around
