Proibido Chorar

Every ten hours, a child is killed in Brazil
Homicides against children and adolescents are at 16%.
Adolescents are responsible for only 1% of the homicides committed,
Therefore, they are not the main culprits of crime.
In fact, they are victims of violence and social exclusion in the country.

They've seen everything, except love and peace.
In the cradle of violence, they grow up without faith and without fear.
Among guns and uniforms, anger, cause, and despair;
I don't know what I would be being like this from an early age.
They closed all the doors and then turned their backs;
I've lost faith in straightening out crooked people.
But who am I to doubt?
I've seen many miracles.
I've seen many real transformations of tough guys.
I know, there are cowards who hide behind the Bible.
What? Hatred is a disease and can be cured, you just have to want to.
Several guys want to have a role model, they are confused;
Seeing their father in combat, shot down, face down.
Raised by the street, by the rock, it's the reason;
Something is not right.
They are just boys asking for help,
Waiting for someone to help.
It's forbidden to cry.

Help me, please help me,
If there's someone out there with faith;
I can't stand up anymore.
Help me, please help me,
If there's someone out there with faith;
I can't stand up anymore.

The suffered contempt, the highest level of offense.
They are heirs of the crack; how is this possible?
Who grows up normally after being born in the trash?
The sequel is the action, and the reaction is terrible.
Several internments in orphanages and juvenile detention centers;
The addict who had you doesn't wish you well.
She remembers like no one else, and it's impossible to forget.
Father looks for another mother: I don't like you anymore.
She must know that poison is bitter,
She must still taste the words.

I'm too small to defend myself.
Don't you see that this hurts?
Do you want to see me suffer?

Who knows the saying: like father, like son;
If the woman is like that, imagine the divine?
After long 11 and a half years of confinement,
In the record: ex-convict, ex-thief.
Without work, sick, toothless, without a profession;
The rags on the body, a snack and the bus fare.
Permission for freedom, a Trojan horse gift;
Go to the last place
In the unfair job competition.
Marked by the record behind bars,
In a monstrous world much worse to return to,
Without pampering.
Picking up cans, cardboard;
Never going back behind the wall
Together with other fathers.
Voracious hereditary curse, it's quite possible;
Evil spirit, take what's yours and leave!
If no one lends a hand, how will they put a stop to it?
If the kids are lost and don't even make it to 17?
Only one reason to believe and several to doubt.
It's forbidden to cry.

Help me, please help me,
If there's someone out there with faith;
I can't stand up anymore.
Help me, please help me,
If there's someone out there with faith;
I can't stand up anymore.

Desperation is the command,
Gunfire, drugs, and torture are the nest;
Where murderers are born and grow up in abundance.
Blameless neglect, and no one wants to know;
Thrown in the ditch, speechless, programmed to die.
And hatred brings more hatred, and it doesn't stop growing;
It's the evil that fire causes when it starts to burn.
And to have and maintain stable sanity always,
Among the survivors, it's just one more wretched.
Deep down, they wanted to be normal;
Even a bad student, one of those who fail,
And give up everything for soccer;
One of those who get hit on the hand,
Punishments for correction;
But to know that someone cares
And pays attention.
No, no, no!
It's not a police case, nor a corrupt state;
That only builds viaducts to divert more taxes.
Seriously, who is sane?
Who is the salt of the earth, the fertilizer?
Who was called for transformation and light of the world?
Forgot, the poor, yeah, forgot;
The kingdom is losing its way and forgetting why it came;
Always remember Ao Cubo.
Everyone is Yours, in clarity or in darkness;
Doesn't want to lose any offspring, won't give, never did.
Needs more than a cry, action of the worshiper;
Get up and march, soldier, your mission is not over!
Why divide when the order is to mix?
It's forbidden to cry.

Help me, please help me,
If there's someone out there with faith;
I can't stand up anymore.
Help me, please help me,
If there's someone out there with faith;
I can't stand up anymore.