Alegria, Agonia
Avarani
Joy, Agony
Living is dying
A little bit every day
Between agony and scraps of joy
Living is to be
Strong every day
Fighting for the bread of each day
There on the corner I see the girl
Giving the guy his due
From the stadium I hear the thrill
Of the crowd celebrating the goal
The striker asking for the ball
Give it to me and I'll solve it
So much joy amidst agony
From the dirt left on the asphalt
Here is the bourgeois/rude way
To cover up all the poverty
Walls spread throughout the city
Security is the priority
The boy runs, skinny little black boy
Full of fear of being shot
Beloved childhood, stolen childhood
Walking alone on the road
Through TV or through the radios
Beautiful speeches are transmitted
Wild justice, blind greed
My agony is a sure companion
There on the corner I see the girl
Giving the guy his due
Wild justice, blind greed
My agony is a sure companion
Living is dying
A little bit every day
Between agony and scraps of joy
Living is to be
Strong every day
Fighting for the bread of each day
