| On the hill, the cavaco cries, for real
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| That's where the pagode lives
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| And goes until dawn
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| Who is down wants to go up
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| Who lives upstairs wants to stay
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| For those who don't know, I'll say
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| On the hill, the pagode is for real
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| Up there there is tradition
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| Of the purest and sublime poetry
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| Who lives there, survives from illusion
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| Always illuminated by your inspiration
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| On the hill, the cavaco cries, for real
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| That's where the pagode lives
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| And goes until dawn
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| Who is down wants to go up
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| Who lives upstairs wants to stay
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| For those who don't know, I'll say
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| On the hill, the pagode is for real
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| Always samba is first-class
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| Never mind the second
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| Enough gringo, come young
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| everyone comes to participate
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| And the cutest mulatto
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| You are always enchanted
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| On the hill, the cavaco cries, for real
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| That's where the pagode lives
|
| And goes until dawn
|
| Who is down wants to go up
|
| Who lives upstairs wants to stay
|
| For those who don't know, I'll say
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| On the hill, the pagode is for real
|
| On the hill, the pagode is for real
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| On the hill, the pagode is for real
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| On the hill, the pagode is for real
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| On the hill, the pagode is for real
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| It's already the day, I need to get ready
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| Comes the night, I'm going to tune the guitar
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| And it's already night, I'm going to meet iaiá at farewell
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| She starts crying
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| It's already the day, I need to get ready
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| Comes the night, I'm going to tune the guitar
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| And it's already night, I'm going to meet iaiá at farewell
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| She starts crying
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| But I'm going to samba to run
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| I'm going to the samba circle to sing
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| that it's my time
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| Got to go
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| I can not stay
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| But I'm going to samba to run
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| I'm going to the samba circle to sing
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| that it's my time
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| Got to go
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| I can not stay
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| Today I sing
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| I sing the charms of happiness
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| It will be safer in our future
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| On top of the wall you can't stay
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| I want you, in Chinese silk, by imported car
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| I love you, I want you by my side
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| But it was my time, don't cry
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| It's already the day, I need to get ready
|
| Comes the night, I'm going to tune the guitar
|
| And it's already night, I'm going to meet iaiá at farewell
|
| She starts crying
|
| It's already the day, I need to get ready
|
| Comes the night, I'm going to tune the guitar
|
| And it's already night, I'm going to meet iaiá at farewell
|
| She starts crying
|
| But I'm going to samba to run
|
| I'm going to the samba circle to sing
|
| that it's my time
|
| Got to go
|
| I can not stay
|
| But I'm going to samba to run
|
| I'm going to the samba circle to sing
|
| that it's my time
|
| Got to go
|
| I can not stay
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| But I'm going to samba to run
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| I'm going to the samba circle to sing
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| that it's my time
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| Got to go
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| I can not stay |