Os Anjos Caídos (ou A Construção do Caos)

Men are fallen angels that God sent to Earth because
they found fault in the creation of the world. Here, they began to
invent things, to imitate God. And God got angry, sent a lot of rain and a lot
of fire, I saw up close His sacred anger, for it was seven days of intense work,
I saw up close, when a dark night arrived
Only my lamp was the one watching over His holy sleep
Holy that is His name and His rare smile
I flew high because I had a great pair of wings
Until one day I fell
And here I am in this samba yard
Listening to the work of Heaven
And here I am in this war yard
Listening to the battle of Heaven
In this yard of fallen angels
Here on Earth work is every day
Raising breaking walls
Killing hunger killing thirst
Carrying a basin on the head
And this fire that Your mouth sends
To our creation
God
This yard of angels
This wandering that is endless
This passion so giant
This love that is only Yours
Waiting for You to arrive
Men learned from God to create and it was with Men that God learned
to love