It’s so simple, I can’t believe it
I have to learn how to flow like farinha
Must be solid, at my core
Could be basic, but you couldn’t ask for more
When I'm poor, even not
Shows me I'm stubborn when it sticks to the pot
When I'm sick, even irate
Soak up everything that I put on my plate
Farinha, farinha
Farinha, farinha
Farinha, farinha
Farinha, farinha
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