Só de Sacanagem

My heart is pounding!
How many times will my hope be put to the test?
How many tests will she have to pass?
All that is there in the air, suitcases, underwear that flies
full of money, my money, which I reserve
hard to educate children poorer than me,
to take care of their health and those of yours free of charge
parents, this money travels with the baggage of impunity and
I can not anymore.
How many times, my friend, my boy, my trust
Will it be put to the test? How many times my hope
Are you going to wait on the pier?
It is true that difficult times exist to perfect the
apprentice, but it is not certain that the lie of the bad
Brazilians come and break our noses.
My heart is in the dark, the light is simple, watered by
simple advice from my father, my mother, my grandmother and
of the righteous who preceded them: "Thou shalt not steal," "Return
the classmate's pencil",
"That sharpener is not yours, my little girl."
Instead, so many disgusting and vile things I have had
what to listen to.
Even preventive habeas corpus, something I never
I had seen people talk about and about which my poor logic
still insists: this is the type of benefit that only
culprit will matter.
Well, they moved me, with the old and faithful faith of the
my suffering people, so now I'm going to screw you:
I'll be even more honest.
Just for fun!
They will say: "Stop being silly, since Cabral, everyone here
the world steals" and I'll say: It doesn't matter, it will be this
my carnival, I will trust more and again. I my
brother, my son and my friends, let's pay clean
who we owe and receive cleanly from our customer.
Over time we can be free, ethical and
got away.
They will say: "It's useless, everyone here is corrupt, since
the first man who came from Portugal".
I will say: I don't admit it, my hope is immortal.
I repeat, do you hear? IMMORTAL!
I know we can't change the beginning, but if we
If you want, you can change the ending!