Ismália (part. Larissa Luz & Fernanda Montenegro)
Emicida
Ismália (feat. Larissa Luz & Fernanda Montenegro)
[Larissa Luz]
With the faith of someone watching from the sidelines
The goal we needed hit the post
The happiness of the white is complete
On foot, a burning trail and a steep hill, what a shame
If even dreaming has its obstacles
The happiness of the white is complete
The happiness of the black is barely there
[Emicida]
I looked in the mirror, Icarus stared back
Be careful, don’t fly too close to the sun
They can’t stand to see you free, imagine seeing you as a king
The vulture wants to see you in handcuffs to say: See, I told you so?!
[Emicida and Larissa Luz]
In the end, it’s all Ismália, Ismália
Ismália, Ismália
Ismália, Ismália
Wanted to touch the sky, but ended up on the ground
Ismália, Ismália
Ismália, Ismália
Ismália, Ismália
Wanted to touch the sky, but ended up on the ground
[Emicida]
She wanted to be called brown
Because that hides the chasm between her and full humanity
Anger inflates, think about this scheme
The filthy idea, everything floods
The deep pain is that everyone is my theme
Shitty parents, the media loves it
Left the flaw and wants a medal for those running with exposed fractures
Stabbed in the back
Butchered by the imposed tax
And as a painkiller we post that
One day it’ll be alright
That a diploma is a freedom
My color isn’t a uniform
Hashtags BlackOnTop, hell yeah!
80 shots remind you there’s white skin and target skin
Who fired was in uniform (once again)
Who accused you wasn’t even there (a bunch of backstabbers)
Because a dead black body is like the hits on the charts
Everyone sees it, but this shit says nothing
I looked in the mirror, Icarus stared back
Be careful, don’t fly too close to the sun
They can’t stand to see you free, imagine seeing you as a king
The vulture wants to see you high to say: See, I told you so?!
[Emicida and Larissa Luz]
In the end, it’s all Ismália, Ismália
Ismália, Ismália
Ismália, Ismália
Wanted to touch the sky, but ended up on the ground
Having dark skin is being Ismália, Ismália
Ismália, Ismália
Ismália, Ismália
Wanted to touch the sky, but ended up on the ground
(Ended up on the ground)
[Emicida]
First, kidnap them, rob them, lie about them
Deny their God, offend, separate them
If any dream dares to run, you stop it
And make them debate with the bullet that pierces them, man
Unfortunately, where the sun feels hottest
The seal is still present only in the coffin of teenagers
Wanted to be a star and became a medal in a jerk
That coincidentally has the color that killed your ancestor
A first paycheck
Two police uniforms
Three in the back seat
The color of the four Racionais
Five lives interrupted
Golden and bronze boys
Shots and shots and shots
The kids took 111 (Ismália)
Who fired was in uniform (my crime is my color)
Who accused you wasn’t even there (I’m a no-place)
It’s the disunity of blacks, along with the sharp vision
Of those who have everything, except color, where color matters too much
[Fernanda Montenegro]
When Ismália went crazy
She climbed the tower to dream
Saw a moon in the sky
Saw another moon in the sea
In the dream where she got lost
She bathed herself in moonlight
Wanted to rise to the sky
Wanted to descend to the sea
And in her frenzy
In the tower, she began to sing
She was close to the sky
She was far from the sea
And like an angel
She spread her wings to fly (80 shots)
Wanted the moon from the sky
Wanted the moon from the sea
The wings that God gave her
Flapped wide open
Her soul rose to the sky
Her body sank to the sea
[Emicida and Larissa Luz]
I looked in the mirror, Icarus stared back
Be careful, don’t fly too close to the sun
They can’t stand to see you free, imagine seeing you as a king
The vulture wants to see you in the trash to say: See, I told you so?!
In the end, it’s all Ismália, Ismália
Ismália, Ismália
Ismália, Ismália
Wanted to touch the sky, but ended up on the ground
Having dark skin is being Ismália, Ismália
Ismália, Ismália
Ismália, Ismália (Ismália, Ismália)
Wanted to touch the sky, but ended up on the ground
Ended up on the ground
(Ismália)
(Wanted to touch the sky, ended up on the ground)