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A Cor do PanoThe Color of the Cloth

Marinalva · Eu Também Sou de Lá I'm From There Too (2021)

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Composer: Marinalva

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Full lyrics

Cabra me arrespeite, olhe a cor do pano

Teclado de sanfona nunca foi piano

Cabra frouxo me arrespeite, olhe a cor do pano

Teclado de sanfona nunca foi piano


Você com esse topete todo arrebitado

Sapato de cupido, paletó lascado

Anda de fato velho quando está cansado

E diz a todo mundo que é meu namorado


Não está vendo logo, cabra duvidoso

Que pra casar comigo precisa saber

Virar tripa de bode sem botar a mão

Temperar peixe de coco sem botar dendê


Cabra me arrespeite, olhe a cor do pano

Teclado de sanfona nunca foi piano

Cabra frouxo me arrespeite, olhe a cor do pano

Teclado de sanfona nunca foi piano


Você pra casar comigo precisa passar

Três secas lá no norte sem se lastimar

Correr lobisomem sete sexta-feira

Matar onça de faca sem dar tremedeira


Passando nessas provas pode procurar

Seu vigário em timbaúba pra nós dois se casar

Depois do casamento se você não corre

Vai saber que lá no norte cabra frouxo morre

Translation

Man, respect me, look at the color of the cloth

Accordion keyboard was never a piano

Weak man, respect me, look at the color of the cloth

Accordion keyboard was never a piano


You with that quiff all perked up

Cupid shoes, tattered jacket

You wear an old suit when you're tired

And tell everyone that you're my boyfriend


Can't you see, doubtful man

That to marry me you need to know

Turn a goat's tripe inside out without using your hands

Season coconut fish without using palm oil


Man, respect me, look at the color of the cloth

Accordion keyboard was never a piano

Weak man, respect me, look at the color of the cloth

Accordion keyboard was never a piano


You to marry me need to go through

Three droughts up north without complaining

Run from a werewolf seven Fridays

Kill a jaguar with a knife without trembling


Passing these tests you can look for

Your vicar in Timbaúba for us two to marry

After the wedding if you don't run fast

You'll know that up north weak men die

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