Massarrara

Tell me a lie
So I can run far away
Show me a way out, I'll make a bundle
I take the tram
I'm not from your square, I'm boring, I admit it
I won't come to you, I'm not from your tribe

Your son is in the mountains and mine is in the favela
Your son does law and mine wages war
I want the hollow of the coconut, the punch, the moco, the blind eye
Sand in the sock, supper in my old man's veins

Street children, city 2000
We are the beach of Brazil's future
Street children, city 2000
We are the beach of Brazil's future

I choose a new name every morning
Shield malice, comrades in my clan
Cut on the face, live show
Why don't you also come and dance where it's forbidden?

I kiss your glasses, belly and coin
Asphalt samba, misery carpet
Ditchless wing, government room and slave quarters
Smart cat, for sure, all grandchildren of Pedro Bala

Street children, city 2000
We are the beach of Brazil's future
Street children, city 2000
We are the beach of Brazil's future
Oh, oh, oh

Look at the colors: They are not painters
See the pains: They are not actors
Look at the colors: They are not painters
See the pains: They are not actors

Street children, city 2000
We are the beach of Brazil's future
Street children, city 2000
We are the beach of Brazil's future
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh