Minha Arte

Make me understand
What's good
My mission
In this place

I want to fly
To understand
See me
To be able to see

Sometimes it seems to me that I won't get there
My friends tell me to keep going
I want a thousand reasons to be able to live
What I know I can still be

Don't say it can't be done
There is no more time
That it was just a matter of luck
That everything has changed
That the world turned
I know it's not too late
To say that we are free
And that there is still hope
To live on love

You deserve to sing and release your voice
Don't limit yourself to just what you see
Manhood is the home of all of us
What is learned does not die, understand that

You deserve to sing and release your voice
Don't just get distracted by things that
They take your focus away and confuse the real value
You deserve someone who loves you

I know
There are so many people who hurt us
There are so many people who don't want to live in peace
But there are people who think differently
Live the present as if there were no more
Opportunity to be everything
I want life only if it's like this
Don't take away my fear of the dark
He is the one who gives me courage

For nothing after tomorrow will save you
If it's not better than today
It won't be tomorrow that you will change
If you want to change
Your excuses expired

Material music the sound of beasts
Drum sound
Sound of pans, favela
Mix of Arlindo Cruz, Zeca, Aragon, Portel
Everything is done with love
Like a soap opera scene

Music without soul is nothing
Music everywhere
It's on the charts
My music is pure
All my art
It depends on the power
Everything fits in it

If music is matter
Of the animated force
What a sound of expression
Attack the strength of the slum

She rests all dressed up
Stylish, crossed leg
Everyone has a story
Everyone has a corner
Enemy of the wrong
Hugs from brother
Music of crying
To the sound of the sunset
Saint music
This is the sound of us

Whoever sings has everything
But it has nothing
It's art beating
At the door of our soul

Whoever sings has everything
But it has nothing
It's art beating
At the door of our soul

But nothing after that
Tomorrow will save you
If it's not better than today
It won't be tomorrow
That you will change
If you want to change
Your excuses expired