Mó Saudade

Oh, my buddy, my visit docked there, oh
I'm going down to the cage there, good visit for you there
Man, Luciana eleven fifteen, you just came in
What's happening out there, my love?
Oh, Valtinho, finally managed to get in here
Such suffering, there are a bunch of new employees there
Even putting mirrors on us, that's so humiliating
I can't take this life anymore
Either you change when you get out of here
Or I'll stop
Calm down, calm down
I won't roll with you anymore
Okay, calm down, calm down, relax

Happy is the crazy one who in the hustle finds someone
Who completes and absorbs the problems they have
Whether in sadness or in happiness
Who doesn't leave you talking or behind bars
I forgive you even feeling the pain of the wound
One more chance, one more mistake in this criminal life
Believe, live everything you lived in the past
Being happy with the one you love by your side
I'm seriously thinking about reviewing what I did
She doesn't deserve to be unhappy
Or a perfumed handwritten letter
More than ever, crime is just an illusion
I don't want to see you cry anymore
Leaving home not knowing when I'll be back
If I'll come back on my own
Or in a coffin
If I'll stay for another six years inside prison
I'm really discovering what it's like to love
A woman like that is rare, it was good to find you

Well, I'm leaving Valtinho, God bless
Okay my love, go with God
See you next week if I can come back again
Don't forget
It's tough out there
I love you
And you, be careful, here inside I'm doing the hustle within what I can out there
Okay, you can relax, and check my cases there
And Caíque, don't mind him, he's finding you strange, but
Man, I got hurt
When you go out to the world
He'll get used to you again
Bye
Long time without seeing him, right, babe?
Bye, see you next week, God bless
Okay, bye, love

The nightmare haunts me all the time
Out there it's hard to find a job
Even for those who don't hide a past
Unlike me, a former prisoner
Got real depressed last Saturday
My wife brought my son and he found me strange
He can't understand yet, he's too young
That his father took a big risk, lost in the game
In that scene that was given a terrorist action
The manager backed out, snitched on the tape
Of betrayal, deceit, not even Christ escaped
Imagine me, just a sinner
I don't want to repeat all this shit again
I'll get out of here and turn the game around
Until when do I have to be the cog tooth
Or simply a soldier following evil's orders
That only destroys one of all around
That often is in a worse situation
What's left here, what's left there
Hey, bro, tell me
So why is it like this?
The illusion in crime has become a landmark
And slowly pulls me into a hole
Makes me hate all those I despise the most
And makes suffer those I admire the most
By God, I'm willing to do things differently
People change, you understand
Everyone always has their day, their H hour
I've abused enough, it's time to stop
Six years in the straight, the same routine
Six years in the straight, my wife in line
Today I'm here, tomorrow who knows
A woman like that is rare, it was good to find you

Hi, hello, hi, Luciana
Hi, Valtinho
Hi my love, how are you?
Full of longing
And hey, are you coming to see me this weekend?
I'll see if I can do a job
To raise some money to see you
Oh
It's tough
But what about the guys, haven't they arrived yet?
We chase your partners, they're always missing
Never there, it's tough, never come together, man
Damn, I'm missing you so much, my
And the boys?
They're good, sending you a kiss
Katerim is sending you a kiss and a hug
Caíque too
But be patient
I'll try to see you
But when?
So, if possible, next month I'll see you there, okay?
Okay, my love, let it be as God wills, bye
Bye

Words spoken in a wise temple
Where God only dwells in those who are true
The saying goes: 'One for all and all for one'
But here it's rare to find any
I don't want to have an end walking in this life
But hey, good luck to the guys who stay
My wife and my son are a priority
It's still early, I have a chance at college
Crime nowadays is so rotten
And those who kill you, sometimes, call you brother
Pull the trigger and clap for you
Go to the funeral to see your woman suffer
I stopped in time, in time to think
And you know what? This is not my place
Cruzeiro do Sul 2 half 3, 0, Carandiru
The room of hell
Longing, memories I have of you
When will I see you?
Counting, sir, name and registration
Damn, Valter Rosa Pereira Filho, 135753
Ok
Damn, shit is crazy!