Palco

I get on that stage, my soul smells like talcum powder
Like a baby's bottom, like a baby's bottom
My aura is clear, only those who are clairvoyant can see
Can see
I bring my band, only those who know where Luanda is
Will know how to value you, value you
It's worth how much it weighs for those who value the crazy butt of the drum
From the drum

Eternal fire to chase away
Hell somewhere else
Eternal fire to consume
Hell, out of here

I come to the party, I know that many have it on their forehead

The sun god as a sign, a sign
As a devotee, I bring a basket of backyard joys

Backyard

There is also a pitcher, God is in charge of the music

Asking to leave, to leave
Pour the balm, sing the song, sing the song

There, there, there