Voando Feito Um Gavião
Wesley Safadão
Flying Like a Hawk
I was born and raised in a mud house
There was no electricity or running water
But I was happy
Even holding onto the hoe handle
Dad worked and paid for my studies
So I could leave the countryside and conquer the world
And I flew so high like a hawk
Now I'm back here in my backlands
Open the gate of the Farm
I was missing it so much
My place is in the middle of the woods
Where I am in love
I was just passing by there
