Bôto Fé
No papo malaco desse povo eu vi
Fruta no pé, cangote de mulher
Pega o povo e vai pra lá
Que eu sei, já é um Deus daqui
Que veio abençoar o povo todo a pé
Que ninguém da tua prole poupou fé
E por bem veio achar os nossos homens tais quais deuses
Com escuras maculas mortais
Padeceram sóbrios sobre sangue
Porem podem chorar
Fruta no pé, cangote de mulher
Pega o povo e vai pra lá
Que eu sei, já é um Deus daqui
Que veio abençoar o povo todo a pé
Que ninguém da tua prole poupou fé
E por bem veio achar os nossos homens tais quais deuses
Com escuras maculas mortais
Padeceram sóbrios sobre sangue
Porem podem chorar
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