Papo de Surdo e Mudo
O Rappa
Deaf And Mute Chat
The birth
Of a soul
It's collapsed thing
It's not party or jazz
In which to improvise
It is not molded house
Slab that climb easy
The nature of the people
Hasn't said told me
The birth
Of a soul
It's collapsed thing
It's not party or jazz
In which to improvise
It is not molded house
Slab that climb easy
The nature of the people
Hasn't said told me
At the bar counter
The prose is still
Life is not talked about
Nothing happens
At the bar counter
The prose is still
Life is not talked about
Nothing happens
If there was no work
In the middle of the noise
The day is over
And there's a lot left
Deaf and dumb chat
Deaf and dumb chat
Deaf and dumb
She doesn't pass the wave
Fluminense landscape
It looks like party day
Everyone present
If you knew how to rhyme
Would make an old samba
Where calm reigns
And everyone is a friend
Heat is solid
One piece I feel
Like a breath
And cachaça
Burning hard
Vibrant and strong
Would be crazy
If you weren't together
