Malandragem

You called it tangerine
What I called a mandarin
So we crossed the border
I realized it was there
I put on a Rio and São Paulo accent
Everything is just a point of view
The important thing is to see
Sometimes
Where everything is copied
In the land of hypocrisy
Oh, a good place to procreate
It's tricky when the capital doesn't circulate
It's passed down from father to son
We'll have to sabotage

Trickery comes from trickery
I know trickery comes from trickery
Trickery comes from trickery
I know trickery comes from trickery
Trickery comes from trickery
I know trickery comes from trickery

Through the alleys and lanes next to the catwalks
You usually pass by, but you have to notice
A cluster of houses on top of houses
Where none of these family men want to live
And discontent with our situation
Hires a front line hunter of slum dwellers
And suddenly, under enormous pressure
They put us to work for them and accept any salary

Trickery comes from trickery
I know trickery comes from trickery
Trickery comes from trickery
I know trickery comes from trickery
Trickery comes from trickery
I know trickery comes from trickery

She tells me I'm (the trickster is her)
She calls me to go, I go (the trickster is her)
She calls me with a tearful look (the trickster is her)
I didn't say, the trickster I am (the trickster is her)

I'm atypical, made of particles
Atomic, droplets, I saw gnomes
Divided in kilometers
In a few seconds of definitive spaces in the skull
And knitting from a tricycle, ignoring traffic rules
Crossing young people in a trance
Turning hatred into romance
Life is just a short circuit
That's why I'm friends with dogs

Trickery comes from trickery
I know trickery comes from trickery
Trickery comes from trickery
I know trickery comes from trickery
Trickery comes from trickery
I know trickery comes from trickery