I think music is a divine business
Isn't it?
From here it comes out
Music to me is the voice of the soul, it's the soul speaking
It's like you painting a picture
You operating on a guy
It's the soul that has to work there, right
The art
And everyone
Not everyone has it
Each one has their own
And it chose me
It wasn't me who wanted to buy, no
It was it that took a liking to me

Hello, Madureira
Hello, drum section
Oh luck
La laia laia laia
La laia laia laia
La laia laia laia
La laia laia laia

Who has a friend has everything
If the well devours, he searches at the bottom
It's so cool that all stress is small
It's a point to lean on when it was absurd
Who has a friend has everything
If the bullet eats, bro, he becomes a shield
Ready for whatever comes even at any second
It's a shoulder to cry on after the end of the world

Being bros like Gil and Caetano
In this crazy world is for few, so much insane suffocation I found
Return to this plan and we will be returning
It's like Rococo, Baroque in which Aleijadinho was king
It's a gift from the gods, we laughed how many times?
Like in catechesis, I soon asked
To Oxalá and to Our Lady
At what height do you live now, one day I will visit there
Being bros like Gil and Caetano
In this crazy world is for few, so much insane suffocation I found
Return to this plan and we will be returning
It's like a Rococo, Baroque in which Aleijadinho was king
It's a gift from the gods, we laughed so many times
Like in catechesis, I soon asked
To Oxalá and to Our Lady
At what height do you live now, one day I will visit there

So many comings and goings sing beautiful stories
Samba that still plays, camba from Cabinga
Aruanda class toasts, plants, water and moringa
You know, imbanda does not end, camps in the lap of the godmother
And returns like the Sun
Full of light and inspiration breaking through the darkness
Who shares what they have is the one who lives forever
And we humbly remember in the chorus
Like this, oh

Who has a friend has everything
If the well devours, he searches at the bottom
It's so cool that all stress is small
It's a point to lean on when it was absurd
Who has a friend has everything
If the bullet eats, bro, he becomes a shield
Ready for whatever comes even at any second
It's a shoulder to cry on after the end of the world
The friend is a magician of the sweet hug
It's mega comfort, shelter in bond
Oasis in the worst phases when the ground and the bases disappear
When everything goes to space
The friend is a magician of the sweet hug
It's mega comfort, shelter in bond
Oasis in the worst phases when the ground and the bases disappear
When everything goes to space
Call it like this, oh

Who has a friend has everything
Who has a friend has everything
Who has a friend has everything
Who has a friend has everything
Who has a friend has everything
Who has a friend has everything
Who has a friend has everything
Who has, oh luck

Who has a friend has everything
If the well devours, he searches at the bottom
It's so cool that all stress is small
It's a point to lean on when it was absurd
Who has a friend has everything
If the bullet eats, bro, he becomes a shield
Ready for whatever comes even at any second
It's a shoulder to cry on after the end of the world

Friendship
Not even the force of time will destroy
We are truth
Not even this love samba can summarize us
(Time teaches this)

I want to cry your cry
I want to smile your smile
Thanks for you existing, friend
I want to cry your cry
I want to smile your smile
Thanks for you existing, friend

Thank you very much

Good night
This theater is a very beautiful building
Very beautiful, indeed
And I think this is the most beautiful day
In its history

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