Sangue Nas Mãos
Dead Fish
Bloon In Their Hands
Yes, it was a coup!
Orchestrated
By old smiles and handshakes
Towards the past
The hope of the streets in 2013
Catalyzed that great national agreement
With the Supreme Court and everything else
To stop a bleeding
In the name of the family
And of a torturer
Reason for shame, indignation
The screams that echo from the windows
The right side of the story
Has no no blood in their hands
A young democracy
Chained in the basements
In order that the old mice
Could reign again
Buying justice
There is no corruption
Between white and rich
'Cause none of them is judged
And life goes on
Reason for shame, indignation
The complicity of the pots
The right side of the story
Has no no blood in their hands
In each house, a blind spot, a citizen got up
He opened the closet door and prejudice spread out
When the past returns to fashion in the name of a torturer
The average dream is to wear the oppressor's cape
And to think he has power
Seeking an enemy
He foments the paranoia and he does it to mislead others
Seeking an enemy
He points the gun at himself
And this is how it starts
Reason for shame, indignation
The screams that echo from the windows
The right side of the story
Has no no blood in their hands
