Rádio Pirata

Boarding merchant ships
Invade, plunder, take what is ours
Piracy on the radio waves
There was something wrong with the king

Prepare our invasion
And deliver justice with our own hands
Blow up a powder keg of nonsense
And sail the sea of tranquility

Touch my heart
Make the revolution
That is in the air
On the radio waves
In the underworld lies the repudiation
And it must awaken

Compete on each frequency
Our space in this decadence
Songs of war
Perhaps songs of the sea
Songs of love for what will prevail

Touch my heart
Make the revolution
That is in the air
On the radio waves
In the underground lies the repudiation
And it must awaken!