Me Corte Na Boca do Céu, a Morte Não Pede Perdão (feat. Milton Nascimento)

I cut myself in the mouth of the sky, death does not ask for forgiveness
It's the drum of this oblique destiny in the palm of the hand
Open the door of the orange moon to the mountains, who will understand it
It's that loose end is smoke and key that slaps the face

If the corals had arms and legs, they would grab weapons
To wage civil war with the earth, underwater rifle
The state accuses the blow, the rocketeer doesn't hesitate
And what the knife pulls from the snake, sleeps in the jingle's noise

The black mother in the shack, the world is unfair
Because only the basket of the weight of love is left for her
And I dressed in loneliness, I dressed in loneliness
And I go to the middle of the street, carnival is a crowd
Costume for allegory, your position is just an illusion
There's a vacancy at the embassy, there's rot
(And I?)

Without God in the heart I'm just a unit of coal
And the coal boy in the faith that moves the nation
To the atheist the prayer and to the prayed the reason
And may the smell of communion rise in the landfill of disgrace
Soldier dies in the drug war, his father asked
Why doesn't the nobleman send his son to die with a doctor's ring?
In the slum the other son with whom the soldier brother exchanged
Stretched in two graves, two sons, one father cried
It's only the poor who die here, that's what the TV didn't show
Or showed and I didn't even notice the sophistry that permeated
I dressed in loneliness, I dressed in loneliness
I go to the middle of the street, carnival is a crowd
Costume for allegory, your position is just an illusion
There's a vacancy at the embassy, there's rot

I dressed in loneliness, I dressed in loneliness
I go to the middle of the street, carnival is a crowd
Costume for allegory, your position is just an illusion
There's a vacancy at the embassy, there's rot