| When it's raining time
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| Flowers, animals, cattle rejoice
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| I have yet to see
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| The world without war, of honorable men
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| In a landscape so rare
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| That September appealed to Pedro
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| I want rain, soft and clear
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| That the flower that arrives, the flower that I am, I don't arrive
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| Look, I've already seen spring
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| moonlight rising early
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| I quenched my thirst at the source of the stones
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| listening to birds
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| I walked among the cashews
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| Discovering your secrets
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| Listening to the chant of the anhambú
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| In the confines of the groves
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| In ribeirão I already bathed naked
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| between the alleys
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| I've seen in blue nights
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| Flash on the slabs
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| When it's raining time
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| Flowers, animals, cattle rejoice
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| I have yet to see
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| The world without war, of honorable men
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| So I'll go out there
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| Feet on the ground, carefree
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| I'm a boy, I'm a boy
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| Tupi, golden guarani
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| In the breaking of the waterfalls
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| under the ingazeiros
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| There you could hear the palm trees
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| In the curls of your hair
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| I've seen every scent flower
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| Why so much in that look?
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| I've seen lead turn to gold
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| I've seen crying without regret
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| All kinds of treasure
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| The heart can keep
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| Christians Embracing Moors
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| in chorus to celebrate
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| Skin like this, in this dôro
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| Only if the rainbow embroider
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| I didn't forget, without knowing
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| I should only remember
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| When it's raining time
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| Flowers, animals, cattle rejoice
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| I have yet to see
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| The world without war, of honorable men
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| So I'll go out there
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| Feet on the ground, carefree
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| I'm a boy, I'm a boy
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| Tupi, golden guarani |