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amiga
03:58
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AMIGA
Gorda, cheia, escava baleia
triste, feia, eu amo ela
mĂŁe, filha, choro no chĂŁo
sem o amor do meu irmĂŁo
(eu amo ela)
Choro no chĂŁo
Choro no chĂŁo
Gorda, cheia, escava baleia
triste, feia, eu amo ela
mĂŁe, filha, choro no chĂŁo
sem o amor do meu irmĂŁo
Choro no chĂŁo
Choro no chĂŁo
(eu amo ela)
Amiga, eu peço sua flor
arranco da mĂŁo sua
minha linda, minha lua
digesto e cago e
choro no chĂŁo
~~
FRIEND
Fat, full, carve the whale
Sad, ugly, I love her
Mother, daughter, I cry on the floor
Without the love of my brother
(I love her)
I cry on the floor
I cry on the floor
Fat, full, carve the whale
Sad, ugly, I love her
Mother, daughter, I cry on the floor
Without the love of my brother
I cry on the floor
I cry on the floor
(I love her)
My friend, I ask for your flower
I grab it from your hand
My beautiful, my moon
I digest and shit and
Cry on the floor
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sou
03:23
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SOU
Sou a filha
que nĂŁo vai parar.
Tento ser bom
mais nĂŁo vou tentar.
Assisto TV, porque?
Eu gosto lĂĄ.
NĂŁo tenho tempo
pro tempo chegar.
Sou as montanhas
de Minas Gerais.
Fotografias que
nĂŁo falam mais.
Sou uma praia
que nĂŁo vou aguetar.
O meu Pai
nĂŁo para de namorar.
Sou a floresta
de fogo e chĂĄ.
Areia e mato
contiuam matar.
Xixi na calça
que mĂŁe vai lavar.
Espero morte
mais eu vou te amar.
~~
I AM
Iâm the daughter
that wonât stop.
I try to be good
but I wonât try.
I watch TV, why?
I like it there.
I donât have time
for time to arrive.
I am the mountains
of Minas Gerais.
Photographs that
donât speak anymore.
I am a beach
that I canât handle.
My father
wonât stop dating.
I am a forest
of fire and tea.
Sand and grass
they continue to kill.
Pee in my pants
that my mom will clean.
I wait for death
but I will love you.
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na hora
04:21
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wall of green
02:34
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WALL OF GREEN
Todo dia eu olho na janela
Eu vejo o passarinho traduzindo
que nĂŁo tem
nada pra fazer, nada pra fazer
nada pra fazer
O sol azulzinho
Procurei um quarto azul
SĂł pra tu
Rosas cor de rosa
Carne cru
SĂł pra tu
~~
Every day I look out the window
I see a little birdie translating
that it doesnât have
anything to do, anything to do
anything to do,
The blue-ish sun
I looked for a blue room
Just for you
Pink roses
Raw meat
Just for you
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the line
05:14
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THE LINE
What if you followed
the line to take you there?
Is that enough to feel fine?
Do I even care?
Up and down
and side to side.
Here and there
and far and close
and I donât know
where this goes.
I think about it all the time.
Is it worth the tears?
Will anyone really know
itâs a real fear?
What if I lost my way?
No path to share?
Does that mean Iâm different?
Who fucking cares?
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