BR:

Cobra Verde não me morde pra quem não tem curador,
nos braços de uma morena eu morro e não fica a dor

ENG:

Green snake don't bite me for those who don't have a healer,
in the arms of a brunette I die, there's no pain

Funk iluminado, bateria da mangueira
Nosso funk ta ligado de segunda a sexta feira
Funk ritmado com cozinha de primeira
Belo funk revoltado no swingue da rockeira
Funk bagunçado descambando em barulheira
Vira funk sossegado do vovô na gafieira
Funk liberado sem receio sem barreira
Pelo funk misturado com forró e capoeira
Povo mal nutrido da caatinga, do cerrado
Vira povo divertido pelo beat do pecado
Povo destemido de miséria ta cercado
Belo povo colorido da mistura derivado
Povo extrovertido generoso e relaxado
Nosso povo é resolvido teje certo teje errado
Povo emputecido com destino complicado
Pelo povo corrompido que se cala no senado

Bahia de São Salvador
Bahia de São Salvador

Now i feel the space in betweenThe wall and the car i'm inIt smells the tyre slowly burningI can hear the songI guess it could be anything

Then i open the window paneI pray the light the sparkling lightThat shines upon the grassMy chaperon oh oh

And i smell the rain on the coatShe left when we changed the roadAll those things i never saidAnd it comes todayI guess the scenes could be replayed

Then i open the window paneI pray the light the sparkling lightThat shines upon the grassMy chaperon oh oh

Come and stop at the station by the seaA good land where the rivers goHey i want to knowPlease i'd like to knowThis place where we could collapse
And wake up all new

And i eat all the berries on my wayUntil ohUntil it stains

Then i open the window paneI pray the light the sparkling lightThat shines upon the grassMy chaperon oh oh

Come and stop at the station by the seaA good land where the rivers goHey i want to knowPlease i'd like to knowThis place where we could collapse
And wake up all new