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Hello friends, today I bring you the first part of my participation in Galpão Crioulo, on RBS TV. In this program, I had the opportunity, together with Valentina Corrêa, to pay tribute to Gildinho from the group Os Monarcas. In the first part, I performed one of the great hits of the group Os Monarcas, Sonhando na Vaneira. Check out my presentation and a little bit of the chat between Muriel Gaiteiro, Neto Fagundes and Gildinho. To not miss any new videos on my channel, subscribe and activate the notification bell! Enjoy and share the video with all your friends and leave your like! Subscribe: / murielgaiteiro Facebook: / muriel-gaiteiro-102594914976450 Instagram: / murielgaiteiro Lyrics: Today is surungo day at Aunt Nena's ranch I've already put scented water and gloss on my hair I arrive at a very graceful trot dragging my spurs In the bucking of the vaneira I'll dance all night Until the break of dawn When I enter a surungo my soul becomes serene I feel like I own the world dancing with this brunette I feel like I own the world dancing with this brunette My brunette with the lips of pitanga Oh, there's no mommy, don't let me, there's no daddy, get angry I'm a lifelong citizen of the countryside my world is not afraid Even though your father doesn't want it in the swing of the vaneira You'll dream on my shoulder When I enter a surungo my soul becomes serene I feel like I own the world dancing with this brunette I feel like I own the world dancing with this brunette brunette Old bagpiper, bagpiper, don't let the bagpipes stop Because the brunette on my shoulder has already started to dream When things get good the night dies small I swear by all my people I've never seen a warmer poncho Than this brunette's arms When I enter a surungo my soul becomes serene I feel like I own the world dancing with this brunette I feel like I own the world dancing with this brunette The rooster crowed earlier the bagpipes fell silent The beautiful world I dreamed of in this vaneira is over It's time let's go Aunt Nena shouts in the living room I leave dragging the Chilean and the brunette's perfume I carry on the fringes of my pala When I enter a surungo my soul becomes serene I feel like I own the world dancing with this brunette I feel like I own the world dancing with this brunette