Nordeste lyrics by Henry Burnett. Entre os sacos de farinha Ouço a voz de Carmosina Gritando pelo menino Que saiu sem dar pra trás Como vento embriago reza ao...
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Entre os sacos de farinha
Ouço a voz de Carmosina
Gritando pelo menino
Que saiu sem dar pra trás
Como vento embriago reza ao padre pela benta
Que viu foto de Jardinho e já não pode mais comer
-Jardinho morto menina, teu filho tá morto diacho,
cuida de viver, que a dor é triste, a vida é breve e a morte certa.
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