o conto dos dois mundos (hipocrisia)

It has nothing to do with my way of thinking
Nor does it have to do with anything
You know, so much hypocrisy tires me
I wanted to go home

In the middle of the woods
Where we play ball and you listen to me sing in the room
Oh, longing
When you carried me in your arms, everything was so easy

All this city with no one to talk to
Very well, I had to leave
I always knew how to manage without anyone

So think well before you want to speak
Because before thinking, you already speak
Everyone wants to be in the place
Everyone wants to hurt me

It has nothing to do with my way of thinking
It has nothing to do with anything
You know, so much hypocrisy tires me
I wanted to go home

Here it's not fun anymore
I thought it fit
But it has nothing to do with my way of thinking
Nor with my way of singing

Oh father, I know you worry
That only you know this is not my fault
Only you saw
I know you felt
Me dying to try to save those who hurt my chest

Think straight
That life is not quite like this
I have the courage to face life
It's just that in my way it's more beautiful

All this city with no one to talk to
Very well, I had to leave
I always knew how to manage without anyone

So think well before you want to speak
Because before thinking, you already speak
Everyone wants to be in the place
Everyone wants to hurt me

It has nothing to do with my way of thinking
It has nothing to do with anything
You know, so much hypocrisy tires me
I wanted to go home

Here it's not fun anymore
I thought it fit
But it has nothing to do with my way of thinking
Nor with my way of singing

It has nothing to do with my way of thinking
It has nothing to do with anything
You know, so much hypocrisy tires me
I wanted to go home

Here it's not fun anymore
I thought it fit
But it has nothing to do with my way of thinking
Nor with my way of singing