AOA

It's seven in the morning and the Sun warms the plywood
Who wakes up early always sees Jesus passing by
My mother used to say: Son, jump early Paulo Henrique
That nothing falls from the sky and no one comes to help you
Who was here? Who was there?
Who helped me when the roof of the wooden castle fell?
And suffering was the pass that fed my courage
I filled my cup with leaks
Always do your best
Everything you plant
Will harvest double less
Lift your head!

I drew water from the dust, we don't do things without a reason
We are pure
I'm a crazy black life, good blood
Maloka posture, feet on the ground
My Saint's pendants are protection
Bad side, good side

AOA!
Welcome to the land of drizzle
I'm from the east side, favela in my heart
No matter where, I step with my right foot
I have my respect and that's not for nothing

It's seven in the morning and the Sun warms the plywood
Who wakes up early always sees Jesus passing by
My mother used to say: Son, jump early Paulo Henrique
That nothing falls from the sky and no one comes to help you
Who was here? Who was there?
Who helped me when the roof of the wooden castle fell?
And suffering was the pass that fed my courage
I filled my cup with leaks
Always do your best
Everything you plant
Will harvest double less
Lift your head!

I drew water from the dust, we don't do things without a reason
We are pure
I'm a crazy black life, good blood
Maloka posture, feet on the ground
My Saint's pendants are protection
Bad side, good side

AOA!
Welcome to the land of drizzle
I'm from the east side, favela in my heart
No matter where, I step with my right foot
I have my respect