America Latina

I come from América Latina
I come from a place called SP
A mom of a beautiful menina
Paçoquinha e picolé

I was born to be a dreamer
Raised along the Tietê
Teached to run as run the rivers
Galaxies of my bambolê

Ready or not, here I go
Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, I must go
Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, I must go
Parapapapa, here I go

I remember me and Ana
Picking crystals from the mud
Till our feet get red in lama
Miçanguinha e jacaré

Seen so many things around us
Some we got to see and taste
Some we fear and some we love it
Tatuíra e tererê

Ready or not, here I go
Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, I must go
Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, I must go
Parapapapa, here I go

Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, I must go
Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, here I go
Parapapapa, I must go
Parapapapa, here I go