Sonhos Que Eu Nao Quero Ter

May the eye that watches over me go blind
May the tongue that denounces me go mute
May a stroke paralyze the foot that follows me
And may cancer amputate the hand that points at me
The ventricle doll wants to interact in what it will dream
Without a conditional bracelet on the heel
Where is the consumer protection agency?
My free will never worked
I didn't dream of jumping off the roof to escape from the samaro
With blows to the head until the brain forms a clot
Nor of peeing with a clip on the enemy's lock
Machine-gunning the whole family, only sparing the children
I wanted to study law without a point in my ear during the exam
Without someone passing the answer key with the answers
So as not to have orthopedic disease from sleeping on the sidewalk
Nor the soup in the long-life box reused
Today I dream of the Lafer family's artworks
Go whore, don't fog up! Where is the Portinari?
Here, smaller, the Rossi Cyclops with an optical device
Pull the trigger, if you get dirty you leave soon
Your dream of a Brazilian academy of letters one day
Becomes a urinary catheter and serum irrigating the bladder
With a Lorenzetti burned in the shower in winter
I dream of being Oswald sending the president to hell

I wouldn't exchange shots with the Israeli Uzi DEIC
If I were free to dream
I wouldn't kidnap the manager's children from the school van
If I were free to dream
I wouldn't win only with show business or Penalty cleats
If I were free to dream
I would make the president's Rolls-Royce drive in the mud
If I were free to dream

Blockbuster doesn't rent DVDs for you
McDonald's doesn't make Big Macs for you
The Ford designer doesn't design for you
Hopi Hari doesn't want to play with you
The stores, Copagaz, don't deliver to your address
The letters don't arrive, the boss doesn't hire
Who dreamed of having dinner in the margarine tub
And serving coffee in the tomato paste jar for visitors
Seeing the mother arrested at Extra for stealing cosmetics
And calling to extort phone cards from the commerce
How about you watching the soap opera at eight
Dozing off in the gossip of the gay Leão Lobo
And in class a 486, without broadband
The class ends without opening the dial-up internet page
A public library for 3 million in the south zone
The bico lynching those who killed the Itaú guard
I saw my mother listening to Gil Gomes on AM radio
Dreaming that I wouldn't be another victim of the Military Police
But with Popular Pharmacy, Zero Hunger, Family Allowance
My destiny is the traumatology sector
Breathing through a ventilator, the rival frames and shoots at me
Then at the bar in 15 minutes, laughs, plays foosball
Here if the pregnancy test is positive
The girl dreams of someone to buy her child

I wouldn't exchange shots with the Israeli Uzi DEIC
If I were free to dream
I wouldn't kidnap the manager's children from the school van
If I were free to dream
I wouldn't win only with show business or Penalty cleats
If I were free to dream
I would make the president's Rolls-Royce drive in the mud
If I were free to dream

Boy, you hurt the body, but the mind doesn't imprison
Gandhi's phrase echoes in the accordion sound
In the repique, timba, cavaquinho at the fair
On the improvised stage, in the rap rhyme
It moves my people laughing, even in the sights of the Russian AK
Yours, with the stock market crash, cuts your wrists
Cohab, CDHU, BNH, in SP
Turns into PC, CDP, CRP
A rich man's dream is my kid peeing in daycare
Without Johnson's shampoo, Hipoglós, Higiapele
My woman in a faded sweat suit
Nails without a manicure, hair without Koleston
This is the chemistry for Yakuza, Camorra, PCC
Chinese Triad, Organizatsiya, CV
For the boy to do Krav Maga, defensive driving
16 hours of police prevention course
For every gram trafficked in the gardens, I feel avenged
Seeing the rich not dying by killing the drug user son
The social abyss blinks in neon in Interlagos
The poor see Rubinho from the roof and the elite from the fence
On Disarmament Day, July 9th
May I not be the statistic in the dumpster
Without fingerprinting, indigent, dreaming of being exhumed
To have a name on the tombstone and a portrait

I wouldn't exchange shots with the Israeli Uzi DEIC
If I were free to dream
I wouldn't kidnap the manager's children from the school van
If I were free to dream
I wouldn't win only with show business or Penalty cleats
If I were free to dream
I would make the president's Rolls-Royce drive in the mud
If I were free to dream