Composer: Amelinha
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Não me agrada o sabor da graviola
Brilhando de fartura na bandeja
E dada com a mão suja de esmola
Venho dos matos
E do fundo das brenhas
Trago no peito
Marcas de espinhos
Trago no corpo
Cheiro de gardênias
Com tanto céu aberto pras rapinas
Não sei se muita gente ainda percebe
A voz de um simples galo de campina
Não sei se ainda se vê a luz da noite
O diamante longe das vitrines
Brilhando no interior da mina
Venha da flora
E do seio da rua
Trago nas veias planos e futuro
Trago nos olhos
O choro da lua
Translation
I don't like the taste of soursop
Shining with abundance on the tray
And given with a hand dirty with begging
I come from the woods
And from the depths of the thickets
I carry in my chest
Marks of thorns
I carry on my body
The scent of gardenias
With so much open sky for the birds of prey
I don't know if many people still notice
The voice of a simple field rooster
I don't know if one still sees the light of the night
The diamond far from the shop windows
Shining in the interior of the mine
Come from the flora
And from the heart of the street
I carry in my veins plans and future
I carry in my eyes
The weeping of the moon
