My colourful eyes
Make me wonder
I’m always on my own
And I can’t scape anymore
My curly hair
Everybody wants to copy
They are mad
They also want to curl their hair
You laugh at my clothes
You laugh ar my hair
You laugh at my skin
You laugh at my smile
But the truth is: you also
Have creole blood
You have a hard hair
Thus, creole
Sarará creole
Sarará creole
Sarará creole
Sarará creole
My colourful eyes
Make me wonder
That I am always on my own
And I can’t scape anymore
My curly hair
Everybody wants to copy
They are mad
They also want to curl their hair
You laugh at my clothes
You laugh ar my hair
You laugh at my skin
You laugh at my smile
But the truth is: you also
Have creole blood
You have a hard hair
Thus, creole
Sarará creole
Sarará creole
Sarará creole
Sarará creole