The chunda chunda of every summer.

-I'm a wild filly...!

-How are you, ho?

-...He's going on a trip to the unknown!

-What are you saying, Loli?

-Happy singing, fia. I'm not the one who got him out of my head.

-How awful!

-The song of the branu and the national team's anthem.  

-Shut up, don't remind me.

-Tino, after seeing the celebration, walks around the house jumping around “Spanish Gibraltar”.

-Oh really?

-Just like an engorilau, stupid, sticking out its breast, and its tail, a wild filly, da-and I'll hit you.

-Let him trot, Loli, let him trot, it's better for you, then play tonight...

-Na.

-What do you mean?

-No, Isa. The wildest thing I saw on my bed was a “Lion King” comforter.

-Shut up, man.

-Let's see if you have more luck, trusty, and hunt a tiger or a jaguar.

-Yes, ho. Do you know what-and a jaguar says to another? How are you!

-Hohoho! The worst thing is that Tino, the sucker, hit me for the damn thing to sing.

-Phew! It sticks to you like a shoe to shit.

-The chunda chunda of all branos.

-The gozadera, the waka waka, the bomb, the shark... 

-I don't know, my friend, I think we're going to get worse.

-By?

-Ye tou ruiu! The weather passes and the music is more abandoned than Perlora.

-Already. Before, at least, languages were taken care of.

-Home, for God's sake! Waka waka eh, eh! Tsamina mina zangalewa!

-Nossa, nossa, assim voce kills me...!

-Watanegui consup, luli ruami wanaga, yupi for you yupi for me!

-And what do you tell me about aserejé ja de je de jebe tude jebere sebiunouba?

-Those are big words, Loli! 

-The bad thing about languages is that, like never before, they leave a void...

-By?

-Abanibi aboebé, abanibi means I love you, love. OK. And aboebé?

-That?

-What does aboebé mean?

-Ai, fia, I don't know that.

-Of course, because they never told us. Taquelos gave birth! Do you know what it's like to live with that? My adolescence screwed me. 

-Already. Above there are trees that are attached to you. 

-You move your cuckoo and your canary has died.

-And the ring when!  

-That's why I am telling you. What a panorama! 

-And on top of the pandemic...

-Na. We come out better. 

-You think?

-You see. My Tino trotting, one son for Boombastic, the other for Tsunami and here, the mother, singing the wild filly.