Mundo Sem Flores

What kind of world is this
Where justice barely punishes
A poison so strong
Only God can make us immune
Criminals drag the innocent
Through the city streets
The mother watches and feels
The dagger of cruelty

Unfortunately, justice
Has its fragility
In no time we see
The killer set free

Oh my God! This world is a garden without flowers
And all that's left are thorns that cause us pain

The jealous guy
Kidnaps his girlfriend
In a locked apartment
Won't negotiate for anything
Until the worst of the story
Happens suddenly
The girl dies on the spot
Police arrest the madman

But then comes a lawyer
Who feels no remorse
And defends the freedom
Of this reckless fool

Oh my God! This world is a garden without flowers
And all that's left are thorns that cause us pain

The innocent child
Was thrown from the window
We no longer know who lies
And the evidence proves nothing
Another petty incident
Happened in Brasília
The kids of the rich
Without fear of God

Set an Indian on fire
Playing and making jokes
Unfortunately, some of them
Are already roaming the streets

Oh my God! This world is a garden without flowers
And all that's left are thorns that cause us pain

The truth is hidden
And the lie is spread
Honor is wounded
And peace is tied down
Children are abused
And the elderly beaten
Stores are looted
And customers humiliated

We are waiting
For our magistrates
There needs to be an iron fist
To change this picture

Oh my God! This world is a garden without flowers
And all that's left are thorns that cause us pain
And all that's left are thorns that cause us pain