Sou Caiçara

Born in Santos, raised by the beach
As a kid, they called me 'caiçara'
Didn't understand why they called me that
I don't like the sun, it doesn't like me
I hate the heat, my skin can't take it
Under the umbrella, I'd put on SPF 50
While everyone went into the water
I'd stay on the sand, just taking care of the towels
I remember well how the trauma began
I tried to catch a wave but the wave caught me
Took a tumble, ended up about 9 meters away
Lost my way, didn't know where the surface was

'Crazy kid, don't go in the water!'
'You just ate, watch out for indigestion!'
I went in the water to body surf
But came out with a bump on my head and a crab on my foot
I'm a caiçara, born by the beach and I have the power
To stay pale all year round and not die
In battle, my faith never fails, I know how to live
No sandals, straw hat, let me tell you

Santos, Praia Grande, Ocean, Vila Tupi
I've lived in Samambaia and deep in Melvi
You don't know me, think I'm from São Paulo
Must be because of my color, must be a moralist
In the lowlands, it's not easy being fair-skinned
Was labeled as sour, faded, skinny
What to do, lived through the experiences
The real challenge was living with the violence

'Crazy kid, watch out for muggings!'
'If someone tries to rob you, hold my hand!'
My mom, always worried
We're in Brazil, right, she's aware
The country where a white guy is mistaken for a rich kid
And a black guy is mistaken for a criminal every day
I'm not here to talk about prejudice
That topic is already a lost cause, no hope

I'm a caiçara, born by the beach and I have the power
To stay pale all year round and not die
In battle, my faith never fails, I know how to live
No sandals, straw hat, let me tell you