Minha Mesa

While some relax and fatten their wallets
Me and my people sweat the same way
Your bread has no bacteria, why do you touch mine?
If that was a joke, know that it bothered me
Raise the prices of lovers, but never of bread
Yes, we are ignorant, but not our pockets
And our children don't feed on newspapers
And don't swallow toads like their parents
Take your hands off my table, don't touch my children
You'll lose your office if they lose more weight
I don't care about the bank's politics
While someone explains, I pick my nose
Or put my finger on the trigger looking for food
The price of bread went up, but not the drink
I pay for 3 without a one-way ticket
I take a sip of courage and forget my life
Forget that the party grabs my testicles
Forget that by pretending so much we become ridiculous
Think about the beggars, think about the beggars
Because I know that in the bread war we are united

Take, take your hands off my table
Take, take your hands off my table
Take, take your hands off my table
Because you won't like it when I steal your table
Take, take your hands off my table
Take, take your hands off my table
Take, take your hands off my table
Because you won't like it when I steal your table

Oh, oh, oh, my brother, control your spirit
You disturb the sleep of the great like a mosquito
They clap for you and crush your raw buzz
Surrender to your dogs and soon you'll be lost, you
I've heard your roof is made of sheets
Your plate is glass, you throw stones at the guards like you're number 1
Be careful, your brothers also want your menu
And that's how money circulates in a stock exchange
The bread on your table is paid for by investors
My brother, they say that's called inflation
The pants that arrive from Europe become shorts here
The beggars in ties also have a boss
That's why they even kill to ensure the bread
So there's a cold war to eat a hot bread
And even with magic, people kill people
That's why I tell you, even in a different way
That's why many people don't look me in the eye anymore
We are Africa, always smiling
There's always a young person thinking and an old person patient

Take, take your hands off my table
Take, take your hands off my table
Take, take your hands off my table
Because you won't like it when I steal your table
Take, take your hands off my table
Take, take your hands off my table
Take, take your hands off my table
Because you won't like it when I steal your table