Composer: Luiz Gonzaga
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Fogo Pagou
Teve pena da rolinha que o menino matou
Teve pena da rolinha que o menino matou
Mais depois que torrou a bichinha, comeu com farinha...gostou
Mais depois que torrou a bichinha, comeu com farinha...gostou
Fogo pagou
Fogo pagou
Fogo pagou..tem dó de mim
Fogo pagou
Fogo pagou
Fogo pagou..é sempre assim
Todo mundo lamenta a desgraça que a gente passa num dia de azar
Mas se disso tirar bom proveito sorrir satisfeito fingindo chorar
Todo mundo lamenta a desgraça que a gente passa num dia de azar
Mas se disso tirar bom proveito sorrir satisfeito fingindo chorar
Teve pena da rolinha que o menino matou
Teve pena da rolinha que o menino matou
Mas depois que torrou a bichinha, comeu com farinha...gostou
Mas depois que torrou a bichinha, comeu com farinha...gostou
Fogo pagou
Fogo pagou
Fogo pagou..tem dó de mim
Fogo pagou
Fogo pagou
Fogo pagou..é sempre assim
Todo mundo lamenta a desgraça que a gente passa num dia de azar
Mas se disso tirar bom proveito sorrir satisfeito fingindo chorar
Todo mundo lamenta a desgraça que a gente passa num dia de azar
Mas se disso tirar bom proveito sorrir satisfeito fingindo chorar
Translation
He felt pity for the little dove the boy killed
He felt pity for the little dove the boy killed
But after he roasted the poor thing, ate it with manioc flour...he liked it
But after he roasted the poor thing, ate it with manioc flour...he liked it
The price was paid
The price was paid
The price was paid...have pity on me
The price was paid
The price was paid
The price was paid...it's always like this
Everyone laments the misfortune we go through on an unlucky day
But if they profit from it, they smile content, pretending to cry
Everyone laments the misfortune we go through on an unlucky day
But if they profit from it, they smile content, pretending to cry
He felt pity for the little dove the boy killed
He felt pity for the little dove the boy killed
But after he roasted the poor thing, ate it with manioc flour...he liked it
But after he roasted the poor thing, ate it with manioc flour...he liked it
The price was paid
The price was paid
The price was paid...have pity on me
The price was paid
The price was paid
The price was paid...it's always like this
Everyone laments the misfortune we go through on an unlucky day
But if they profit from it, they smile content, pretending to cry
Everyone laments the misfortune we go through on an unlucky day
But if they profit from it, they smile content, pretending to cry
