A Seita Tem Um Radar
Cabeças no Ar
The Sect Has a Radar
In the midst of friends, you learn much more;
Than in all the manuals, stories that make you blush;
Real life things, they want to hide from us
When uncertain days, furrow their brow
And even the most open skies, close their shutters on us
Who rejects us,
only the sect, only the sect
Chorus
The sect has a radar, catching everything in the air,
In the sect there's no bogeyman, everything has an explanation
Amongst friends, you learn even more
You go further than dreams and imagination
The natural sciences fit in the palm of your hand
Chorus
The sect has a radar, catching everything in the air,
In the sect there's no bogeyman, everything has an explanation
