I come from América Latina I come from a place called SP A mom of a beautiful menina Paçoquinha e picolé I was born to be a dreamer Raised along the Tietê Teached to run as run the rivers Galaxies of my bambolê Ready or not, here I go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, I must go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, I must go Parapapapa, here I go I remember me and Ana Picking crystals from the mud Till our feet get red in lama Miçanguinha e jacaré Seen so many things around us Some we got to see and taste Some we fear and some we love it Tatuíra e tererê Ready or not, here I go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, I must go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, I must go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, I must go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, here I go Parapapapa, I must go Parapapapa, here I go