Sorry, your Zagalo
Move this team that ta very weak
Took an arrow forgot the bow
They put a lot of fire and blew Hurricane
That never left the ground
Sorry, your Zagalo
Put a straw in your campfire
And if not for the strength of that dick pear
Ate a roast chicken there in the lion’s cage
But do not have anything!
Watch your Zagalo
The boy in the park is very nervous
And in that midfield is dangerous
It seems that glides that will not go
When not fall
It is ten shirt selection ilk ilk ilk (bis)
Ten is his shirt, who will take his place (bis)
Sorry, your Zagalo
The criticism I do is pure joke
Spirit of humor, Brazilian fans
The class is smiling to keep from crying … /’re slowly
(Shirt is ten selection …)