Da Lama Ao Caos

I can leave here to organize myself
I can leave here to disorganize

From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
The robbed man is never mistaken

The sun burned, burned the mud of the river
I saw a chié walking slowly
And a crab here and there
And a crab walking south
Left the mangrove and turned into a gabiru

Oh Josué, I've never seen such a disgrace
The more misery there is, the more vulture threatens
I took a basket and went to the market to steal tomatoes and onions
There an old lady passed by and took my carrot
Hey old lady, leave the carrot here
With an empty stomach I can't sleep
And with a fuller belly I started to think
That by organizing myself I can disorganize
That by disorganizing I can organize myself
That by organizing myself I can disorganize

From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
The robbed man is never mistaken
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
The robbed man is never mistaken