Banzo
Jota.pê
Longing
Sun on the chest, eyes like a lighthouse
Wooden legs, absent-minded
Grandma's shoes, dad's pants
Drinks water from the clay, scrapes the knee and goes
Lives without toe caps, has ten fingers on each hand
And cries at the same time, dreams of being big
Big, big, big, big, big up to the sky
Dreams of being big
When I was little, I just wanted to be a giant
And now that I am a giant, I just want to fit somewhere
When I was little, I just wanted to be a giant
And now that I am a giant, I just want to fit somewhere
