Subúrbio

There's no breeze there
There's no blue-green
There's no fuss or boldness
There it doesn't appear on the map
On the backside of the mountain, it's a maze
It's a password, it's face to face
Speak, Penha
Speak, Irajá
Speak, Olaria
Speak, Acari, Vigário Geral
Speak, Piedade
Colorless houses
Dusty streets, a city
That doesn't paint itself
That is without vanity

Go, make the chords of the crying song heard
Bring the cabrochas and the samba circle
Dance your funk, rock, forró, pagode, reggae
Your hip-hop
Speak in the language of rap
Outdo the other
The one that abuses
Being so wonderful

There are no golden girls there
Exposed, they walk naked
Through the slums your exus
There are no tourists
No photos in magazines
There is Jesus
And he's turned away
Speak, Maré
Speak, Madureira
Speak, Pavuna
Speak, Inhaúma
Cordovil, Pilares
Spread your voice
In the surroundings
Carry your cross
And your drums

Go, make the chords of the crying song heard
Bring the cabrochas and the samba circle
Dance your funk, rock, forró, pagode, reggae
Your hip-hop
Speak in the language of rap
Speak in the foot
Give an idea
To the one that overshadows you

There's no light-dark there
The light is harsh
The plate is hot
What future does
All those people have
Lost in you
I walk in circles
It's wood, it's stone
It's the end of the line
It's firewood, it's fire, it's tough

Speak, Penha
Speak, Irajá
Speak, Encantado, Bangu
Speak, Realengo...

Speak, Maré
Speak, Madureira
Speak, Meriti, Nova Iguaçu
Speak, Paciência...