Tô Voltando

Yes, I cried, knowing that my people on top of the hill
Are paying tolls asking for help
Lost all joy and has no protection
Yes, I was wrong, when I remember

I feel a deep disgust
Having to leave going to the underworld
I left in my place who I thought was a brother
I did leave, a community of peace and joy
I feel guilty of this cowardice

There is a great revolt in my heart
I will give, to the people on the street
Cachaça, cigar, and a stick
To help me get out quickly
And settle the score with this jerk

My favela, my favela
Unfortunately, I only hear
It's not the same anymore