Morto (en inglés)

Morto
My angel, I know
He is hard to wait
In the soil
Everything to finish
Therefore to continue alive
He is not plus an option
Easy he is to turn dust
Difficult it is the lesson

Who wants to be the new champion?
Who wants to be the first one to enter?
The line of the pretty ones
is that one of there!
Who never danced goes
to start to sambar!
It goes to start to sambar! T
he line is that one of there!
It can be that not
On nothing in its hands
But I do not go to say
Affabilities pra you
Uncertain it is its future
Espertinho made insurance
E the dirt that sobrou
The fire burnt