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Dear freedom has no price
Behind bars, it's not an address
It's the end of life inside out
I see the middle and the beginning
All I need is a throw
A stumble is an accessory in life
And by the appreciation, I deserve

Beautiful, beautiful is to be with my brothers in the world
Brother on a mission in freedom, my brother
Being able to see the sun rise in a different way
Without wire fences, walls, handcuffs, and chains
The time has passed, a past without a future, has come to an end
Now it's just a step ahead, my brother, trust me
We're there in the battle in faith, in the rush
In the guerrilla, blessed by God every day
Who sings drives away the evils, just trust
So let it fall, it's time to sing
Climbing the stages of life in black clothes and a beret
We're tough, crazy life, lots of trouble
That makes the ground tremble and the audience rise, and we're here
It's us here or there, wherever we are, we stand
We double the bet for those who judged and didn't believe
Here's the answer

Life in a minefield is tough
You have to be quick to win
Always run after more, never forget
Who you are, where you came from, where you're going
Perseverance and prayer are never too much
The crack is there, the black boots are there
The envious one is also there, wanting to destroy you
Pay attention to where you step so you don't get hurt
Freedom has no price and never will

Dear freedom has no price
Behind bars, it's not an address
It's the end of life inside out
I see the middle and the beginning
All I need is a throw
A stumble is an accessory in life
And by the appreciation, I deserve

Dear freedom has no price, you told me
What it's like to be locked in a cage like a 'little bird'
What it's like to spend Carnival without playing the tambourine
What's bad is poison if you told me like that

Thank you very much, I needed the ideas
Your words revive my hope, brother
I'm your partner, your brother, your ally
Whatever you need, we're side by side

In the time of slaves amidst the dictatorship
Inside the favela, on the floor of the dark cell
At this stage of the tournament, you're a finalist
I'm proud that you're no longer on the list
The stage is our track that even sparks
Only those who risk climb, a thousand and one black people in sight
Magazine cover, a slap, an interview
There are several kamikazes, several slabs, several analysts

Dear freedom has no price
Behind bars, it's not an address
It's the end of life inside out
I see the middle and the beginning
All I need is a throw
A stumble is an accessory in life
And by the appreciation, I deserve (2x)