Canção Infantil (feat. Cristal)

It was a not very funny house
For lack of affection, I had nothing
It even had a roof, a pool, an architect
I just couldn't buy what was missing

Well structured, sometimes crowded
But even when it's crowded, it's lonely
The poet said, what is made of ego
In the street of fools, it generates frustration

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hmm, hmm, hmm

Yeah, there was another house, corner of the hood
No paved road, out of standard
Eternit punctured, small, tight
But if you're going to paste, there's water for the beans

If Mengão plays, you can even pay in installments
There will be meat, beer, soda and coal
The coins are counted, the light is always cut off
But there was no lack of faith, they were grateful

Yeah, yeah, yeah
But it was so close to heaven
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But it was so close to heaven

How sweet the sleep was there
(How sweet the sleep was there)
Even though I don't have the best condition
(Even though it's not the best condition)
Everyone could sleep there
(Everyone could sleep there)
Even though I only have an old mattress
(Even though I only have an old mattress)

But it was made with a lot of love
But it was made with a lot of love

Life is a children's song
It is serious
Think, okay?
Beauties and beasts, castles and cells
Princesses, Pinocchios, good guys and

Yeah, I don't know if that's good or bad
Someone explain to me what in this world is real
The school shooting, the shirt on the clothesline
The villain in the story or the one in the newspaper

Tell me why discoveries are lethal?
Monsters have become literal
I played cops and robbers a while back
Today nobody plays anymore
It became too realistic

The bullets became real, piercing the Eternit
We still want to play, but the blood has dampened our energy
The end of the story is sad when the evil doesn't go away
The bogeyman exists, don't you dare play outside, because

Five boys went for a walk
No drugs, no offense, no disgrace
The police fired: Pa, pa, pa, pa
But none, none of them came back from there
There were more than a hundred shots in this tale without a moral
I don't even know if this story about the big bad wolf was a myth

Straight from the depths of chaos I seek my dock in the world of dogs
Humans are evil, deep down, evil results from the choices we have in our hands
A children's song, really
But I'm sorry, old man, here Beauty doesn't get the Beast
No wonder, everyone has their own space
Glass slippers step on bare feet

Rapunzel is beautiful, with dreadlocks on the terrace
But if the hare comes from Juliet, even the tortoise quickens its pace
Because it is so difficult to explain

And in the circle, circle, the siren comes to frame me
Telling me to turn around without even explaining it to me
From Costa Barros to Guadalupe, a million plots
How do you explain to a child that safety is scary?
How can you explain that 80 shots was a mistake?
80 shots, 80 shots, ah

Carousel of horrors, everything takes you hostage
Even ballerinas have reasons to cry
The beginning is already the end of the trail
Even Alice realized it wasn't a wonder

There is something wrong with the world
Don't take your eyes off the hourglass
Human beings, in short, are the cancer of the planet
Society is sick and judges color by grimace
God writes plans for peace, but he also gives us the pen
And we, we write life, iPhones, hunger, drought
The men, the drones, the envy and the hurt
The money, the fight, the blood, the trigger
Cereals, mansions, condominiums and ghettos

Everything is upside down, we failed in the cradle
Our happy ending has to do with the beginning
Just the beginning, just the beginning
For planting to be free, the harvest is the price
Life is a nursery rhyme, see for yourself
We are Pinocchios planting lies and blaming Geppetto
We need to go back home

Where it was made with a lot of love
Where it was made with a lot of love

(Even though I only have an old mattress)
But it was made with a lot of love
But it was made with a lot of love