A Margem Me Chama (feat. U-flow)

I kill whoever I have to kill
I face the flames, burn the flags
The margin calls me
I hate the world, I just want my lady

I'm in the corner of any country
In a battlefield I don't know what it is
Fighting for a cause that doesn't interest me
Amidst the green, I only see red
Despair accompanies me, my horse is thirsty
I've lost my sword, the saddle broke
My shield no longer defends me, where do I go

But my friend, I told you, I warned you
That this would end one day, the suffering will pass
I can already see the other side, everything will pass
My bleeding is alive, my life bleeds
But I ask the saint to hear my plea
I need to tell my wife and my unborn child
How much I feel

I kill whoever I have to kill
I face the flames, burn the flags
The margin calls me
I hate the world, I just want my lady

I've thought about giving up
But I'll never contemplate my escape
Even wounded by a sword, I shoot while the blood pulses
My soul will not be expelled
I will fight until my last breath
I prefer to persist in life until the end of this agony
Judgment day happens every day
I smear blood on my face and pretend to be dead
Let them step on my body, I rise, execute and move on to the next
I know that what matters is to return home
And be a disgrace, return and be a bad example for the heir
It's better to be defeated like a true man
Than to be victorious in the army of cowards
I only see the light at the end
It seems like the end of the world, deep wound, vagabond warrior
Who only returns because there's someone to love
If I don't return, my body is somewhere over there

I kill whoever I have to kill
I face the flames, burn the flags
The margin calls me
I hate the world, I just want my lady

I identify evil, I also see in the dark
The journey was long and the wound I heal burns
If I didn't overthink maybe it would be better
The further away I get, the smaller the world seems
My reasoning is fast, instinct is compulsive
I alienate myself to keep my hatred asleep
The wise man always learns from his past
He who produces poison inevitably drinks some of it
It's winning without fighting, when the weak betray themselves
The truth comes out when the masks fall
I know that in the corrupted gang, confusions are eternal
The weak point is notorious, their discord is internal
So I protect my soul, always keeping my calm
Don't come with brick dust, not even your blood saves you
When fear dominates you, the consequence is bitter
You carry your cross
You pay your karma

I kill whoever I have to kill
I face the flames, burn the flags
The margin calls me
I hate the world, I just want my lady