Minha História

You boy, you know what, I'm going to sing in a baião
My story for you, sir, pay attention

I sold lollipops, rice pudding, mungunzá
While I went to sell candy, my colleagues went to study
My mother, so poor, couldn't educate me
My mother, so poor, couldn't educate me

And when it was evening, the kids went to play
See, how envious I was of seeing Zezinho say:
- The teacher scolded me because I didn't want to study
- The teacher scolded me because I didn't want to study

Today everyone is a "doctor", I'm still a nobody
But whoever is born for pataca can never be a penny
Seeing my "dotô" friends is enough to make me feel good
Seeing my "dotô" friends is enough to make me feel good

But when they all hear, a little baião that I made,
They are satisfied, they clap their hands and ask for an encore
And they say: - João was my colleague, how happy I feel
And they say: - João was my colleague, how happy I feel

But the thing isn't really me, it's Mané, Pedro and Romão,
Who were also my colleagues, and are still in the backlands
They couldn't study, and they don't even know how to do baião