A Violência Travestida Faz Seu Trottoir

In the air that is breathed, in the most banal gestures
In rules, commandments, judgments, courts
In the victory of the strongest, in the defeat of the equals
Violence disguised makes its trottoir

In the sickly search for any pleasure
In the metaphysical architecture of cathedrals
In the stands, in the seats, in the general areas
Violence disguised makes its trottoir

In the silent majority, proud of not having
The will to shout, nothing to say
Violence disguised makes its trottoir
In cigarette ads warning that smoking is harmful

Violence disguised makes its trottoir
In bright ads, razor blades
Toy guns, fear of playing
Violence disguised makes its trottoir

In the video, intergalactic idiocy
In the media, in fashion, in pharmacies
In the bedroom, in the dining room
Death is so alive, life is moving backwards
It's free enterprise, equality for the unequal
At bedtime, in the living room
Violence disguised makes its trottoir

A stray bullet finds someone lost
Finds shelter in a passing body
And ruins everything, buries everything, the final blow
Buries everyone in the common ditch of a liberal discourse

Violence disguised makes its trottoir
In bright ads, razor blades
Toy guns, fear of playing
Violence disguised makes its trottoir

Violence disguised makes its trottoir
In bright ads, razor blades
Toy guns, fear of playing
Violence disguised makes its trottoir

All he left was a love letter
To a children's show host
In it he said he was no longer a child
And that hope also dances like monsters from a Japanese movie
All he had was a faded photo
Cut out from a magazine specializing in artist's lives
All he wanted (no!)
All he wanted (no!)
Was to meet her one day
Every suicide believes in life after death
All he had fit in the jacket pocket
Life when it ends
Fits anywhere
And violence disguised makes its trottoir

Don't surrender to the evidence
Don't cling to the first impression (the first impression)

They say tenderly: What matters is the intention
And they give you a check without funds
From the bottom of the heart (from the bottom of the heart)

In the air that is breathed in this total lack of air
Violence disguised makes its trottoir

In toy guns, fear of playing
In bright ads, razor blades
In cigarette ads warning that smoking is harmful

Violence disguised makes its trottoir
Violence disguised makes its trottoir
Violence disguised makes its trottoir