História de uma Gata [English translation]

They fed me

They carressed me

They atracted me

They got me used to

My world was the apartment

Deterfon, cushion and care

Everyday they served fiilet mignon

Or even a nice steak... Cat steak

They told me all the moment

Stay home, don't go out in the wind

But it's hard to stay calm

When under the moonlight

So many cats on the street

In the night they go singing this

We, cats, were born in poverty

However, we were born free

Mister, misses, landlord

Feline, you won't recognize

In the morning I went home

I was barred at the lobby

With no steak and no cushion

Due to the singing

But now my everyday life

Is being amidst the cats

On the street as stray cat

I am as I am, more kitty

In a crazy serenade

That goes singing this in the night

We, cats, were born in poverty

However, we were born free

Mister, misses, landlord

Feline, you won't recognize

• Artist:Vanessa da Mata
• Album:Essa Boneca Tem Manual