Ruas Vazias

[Shawlin]
When the daylight fades, the streetlight is the guide
I was so surrounded by buildings, man, not even the Moon could be seen
Not a street in sight, but that’s just the usual
Another crowd of humans invades like a school of fish
It’s hot nights, there’s always someone going through a crisis
Under a sky full of stars, walking through empty streets
There I felt alone, like the whole place was saying
Everything should be there, just that graffiti artist on the corner
That group of street cleaners and a security guard asleep
'Cause the likely fate of a slacker is to disappear
Many minors completely at ease
At night, they own the city
My other habitat with no one to talk to
Just a lukewarm coffee to keep my body from protesting
Keep your eyes wide open so no one else comes to contest
Many want to test, but I swear, they’ll regret it

I don’t need to say anything that the night shift speaks
Just the born hustlers with cans in the early morning
Out on the sidewalk, danger on any sidewalk
Just the born hustlers, armed robbery, man!
No one’s safe, so you better bounce
'Cause if every cat is gray, get ready, throw down
Just buses and cab drivers, 171 and gas station attendants
There are few in sight, and so our list goes on

[Zé Bolin]
Everything’s ready for work, I’ve set up my stand
Focused on the business, not giving it too much thought
'Cause at one spot you can rest, man loses his innocence
The evil transmitted in a child’s gaze
It’s here that rats, roaches, whores, and beggars roam
Crazy people in every corner you go
Pushing my cart, dragging styrofoam
Under the moonlight, fueled by faith and sweat
I’m at my spot, I own this corner
Selling guaravita, beer, powder, weed, and that girl
A profitable, lunatic, and toxic dawn
For those who make it and for those who are made by it
Even being on top, it’s a suspect element
More of a normal situation around fifteen
Urban climbers hanging out on the overhangs
Among so many crazies, it’s just the usual from fifteen

I don’t need to say anything that the night shift speaks
Just the born hustlers with cans in the early morning
Out on the sidewalk, danger on any sidewalk
Just the born hustlers, armed robbery, man!
No one’s safe, so you better bounce
'Cause if every cat is gray, get ready, throw down
Just buses and cab drivers, no shots or gas station attendants
There are few in sight, and so our list goes on

[Funkeiro]
Empty morning streets, the jungle stays dormant
It’s cold as hell, but the asphalt’s hot
Shadows with harmful faces numb the senses
Since I was little, I thought buildings looked alive
The city is a human body, the streets are arteries
Extreme feelings take on ethereal forms
Stars shine while crying
And the Colombian silence of everyday life is like Gregorian chant
Activity on the rooftop, just after 1 or 2
Throwing lead up in tribute to those who’ve passed
Bribing the cops, the empty street saw
A black-and-white portrait of our civil war
The rain at dawn washes the soul of the streets
Whoever’s outside the law plays their life on the streets
The world’s loneliness reflects in the streets
Even when empty, life still exists in the streets

I don’t need to say anything that the night shift speaks
Just the born hustlers with cans in the early morning
Out on the sidewalk, danger on any sidewalk
Just the born hustlers, armed robbery, man!
No one’s safe, so you better bounce
'Cause if every cat is gray, get ready, throw down
Just buses or cab drivers, no shots or gas station attendants
There are few in sight, and so our list goes on