A Cabritinha

When I was born my mother had no milk
I was raised like a rejected calf
I suckled on cows and anything with a breast
I grew up like this
I got used to it

Today I'm a man and I found a little goat
And I spend the day suckling
On Fofinha's little breasts

I like to suckle
On the little goat's breasts

I like to suckle
On the little goat's breasts

I like to suckle
On the little goat's breasts

I suckle whenever I want because the goat is mine

I like to suckle
Oh, on the little goat's breasts
I like to suckle
Oh, on the little goat's breasts
I like to suckle
Only on the little goat's breasts
I suckle whenever I want because the goat is mine

The little goat likes good food, a good bed, and a good life
She loves luxury and well-being

She senses the time I arrive home
And immediately prepares
Her little breasts for me to suckle

I like to suckle
On the little goat's breasts
I like to suckle
On the little goat's breasts
I like to suckle
On the little goat's breasts

I suckle whenever I want because the goat is mine

(Repeat)