Derredor lyrics by Patricia Polayne. Ói as cana boneca de flor Na estrada ao derredor Tanta beleza, tanta beleza Quem cura o que sara o que será? Ói o vento...
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Ói as cana boneca de flor
Na estrada ao derredor
Tanta beleza, tanta beleza
Quem cura o que sara o que será?
Ói o vento que me corta
A faca que transpassa o interior
Nem uma gota, nem uma gota
Nem doce, nem mel, árida
Doce, seiva, sorve, sente, soa, sua, salta, sobe, some, saia
Santa, sóbria, saberá
Mói ela, ói ela ói ela
Dói ela, ói ela ói ela
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