Lamento do Marginal Bem Sucedido

Baby
While an old blues master radioactive on the waves
Sound of the car, take a match and, to the taste of angels, light
The last cigarette
That drunk gave you
And blues lament with me the cynical and cruel times for the delicate cowboy you say I am
Ah! Do you remember?
At that time, who didn't want to take power and what mother didn't take sleeping pills?
It's forbidden to forbid!
Well, well power, humiliation and violence! You want
Codfish
To the winner the potatoes, the pineapple trophy
And speaking of politics, the street boys already feel in their skin the naked and raw truth of what never happened
Successful marginal and lover of anarchy, I am not
Renegade without cause, oh! No
And a dose of love, this always missing article, would fall very
Well on me
Better than the gin drug
Launched on my wanted poster of market mongrel, with the paw crushed by a train
Ah! Stay here, just between us, this yellow talk of pain
That rhymes with soft love talk
For, you know, I prefer the innocence of sex and the purity of
Passion after love, boredom and loneliness!
Who would say?
Last night in bed I felt devastated with you calling me - idiot, bandit, scoundrel, indecent, wayward, macho!
Ah! While these ladies and gentlemen turn the game
Against us and put the world in their favor - how horrible!
(Conversation of outlaws about devastated land, amidst our civil war. Since Cabral, Brazil is Brazil)
I keep for you, as a gift, my rare and fine masculine way of electronic troubadour, crooked angel, cybernetically at full speed
Baby, everything will work out, you know and I know too... What's the problem?
But, just in case, give me your hand equal to your heart
And, in a tight hug, a wet and scandalized kiss
Like those in the movies
Baby, everything will work out, you know and I know too... What's the problem?
But, just in case, give me your hand, equal to your heart
(All we need is love!) and, in a tight hug - the color of
Sin, a wet kiss, scandalized, like those in the movies