| The echo of my song is carried away by the cupcake
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| Negro Chombo is going to sing, so that his brunette can come
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| a ehhhh, ehhhh, cool, see, see, bembem.
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| The echo of my sang, the cupcake takes it
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| black chombo is going to sing, for his brunette to come
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| a ehhhh, ehhhh, cool, see, see, bembem.
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| Dawn has come, the day awaits me
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| the twilight will come with its storm
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| the current will grow all move away
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| and even the black will return with his brunette from him.
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| The echo of my song is carried away by the cupcake
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| Negro Chombo is going to sing, so that his brunette can come
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| a ehhhh, ehhhh, cool, see, see, bembem.
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| The echo of my sang, the cupcake takes it
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| black chombo is going to sing, for his brunette to come
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| a ehhhh, ehhhh, cool, see, see, bembem.
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| Dawn has come, the day awaits me
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| the twilight will come with its storm
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| the current will grow all move away
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| and even the black will return with his brunette from him.
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| Chorus:
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| Chombo carries, carries, Chombo you see |