Despejo Na Favela
Adoniran Barbosa
Eviction in the Hood
When the bailiff arrived
There in the favela
And, against his wishes
He handed it over to Mr. Narcissus
A warning, an eviction order
Signed, your doctor
This is what the petition said
Within ten days
I want the favela empty
And all the shacks on the ground
It is a higher order
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my lord!
It is a higher order
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my lord!
It is a higher order
It's nothing, doctor
There's nothing
Tomorrow I'm going to leave my shed
It's nothing, doctor
I'm getting out of here
So as not to hear the roar of the tractor
For me there is no problem
I can find my place anywhere
Either way I'll manage
Then what I have is so little
My change is so small
That fits in your back pocket
But those people there, huh?
How do you do it?
But those people there, huh?
How do you do it?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my lord!
Those people there
How do you do it?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my lord!
Those people there, huh?
How do you do it?
