Retrato de Um Playboy (Juventude Perdida)

Ask a rich kid what he thinks about life
You know what he’ll say?
(He freaks out)
More or less like this

I’m a rich kid and I live it up
I hit the beach every day, I’m full of swagger
I only roll with my crew, and I hold my own
But when I’m alone, I just hang around
'Cause I do Jiu-Jitsu, but it’s just for fun
(That’s right, my buddy, my brother, my man)
If something’s in style, then I do it too
Just like me, I know more than a hundred
If I do everything they do, then that’s cool
I don’t want school, or a job
Don’t come at me with that
'Cause I’m just a rich kid and I’m not ashamed
I don’t know what life is, I don’t think, I don’t dream
Beach, surf, and beer, that’s my reality
I don’t step outside that, 'cause I lack personality
I don’t have a brain
I just fit into the system
Being clueless is my fate
Being a rich kid is my problem
I only do what others do and think it’s cool
I start fights with my crew and think it’s awesome
I look in the mirror and think I’m the shit
But I don’t realize that deep down, I’m a mental midget

I’m a rich kid, daddy’s little boy
I drown in this crap until I can’t anymore
I’m a rich kid, daddy’s little boy
I’m a mental midget
We’re all the same

With a shaved head or full of wax
I show off, 'cause I think I’m classy
But in reality, I belong to the worst breed there is
I’m a rich kid
I think I’m happy, but I’m sad
I’m worse than a plague, I’m worse than a pest
I’m anywhere on the surface of the Earth
And I say where the rich kids thrive a thousandfold
It’s in a poor capitalist country, like Brazil
Where we’re not patriots or nationalists
I like the colors of the States, with the stars and stripes
And what I feel for the country is what I feel for the people
Look how cool it is when I grab an egg
And hop in the car with my friends, egg in hand
(Look out for the bus stop, hit the brakes, my dude)
And I smash the egg right in a worker’s face
Who was waiting for his bus that passed and didn’t stop
How cool! I don’t care about those who are suffering
Instead of giving a ride, I leave the guy stinking
How cool if a homeless guy asks me for a smoke
It’s just another reason for me to laugh some more
Messing with a homeless guy is the greatest fun
Doesn’t matter how many days he hasn’t eaten bread
And speaking of bread, that I eat every day
I remembered the maid named Maria
She gives me food, she gives me clean clothes
But when I’m around, she’s always humiliated
You should see how I treat the poor girl
I put her down, I mock her, and I just laugh

I’m a rich kid, daddy’s little boy
I drown in this crap until I can’t anymore
I’m a rich kid, daddy’s little boy
I’m a mental midget
We’re all the same

I don’t know anything about this life and this world I’m in
And it’s when I go out at night that I see the shit I am
With nothing to do, nothing to think
I drink until I puke
And my fake friends who come to carry me
Are the same ones who later just screw me over
But in the heads of the crew, there’s nothing either
We’re a bunch of losers in the same toilet
It’s even funny
I don’t decide anything
I’m led by trends
I love reggae, but I don’t know what Bob Marley says
And if I knew, maybe I wouldn’t be so unhappy
'Cause I’m a fool, my life is worthless
Intelligence? I don’t have it, stupidity is what’s left
But now excuse me, I’m gonna stop
My head’s pounding
I’m gonna rest
And this place stinks
Who told me to think?
'Cause

I’m a rich kid, daddy’s little boy
I drown in this crap until I can’t anymore
I’m a rich kid, daddy’s little boy
I’m a mental midget
We’re all the same

This is the portrait of our youth
Whether it’s the weed-rich kid or the health-rich kid
And if we take care of Brazil’s future like this
We’ll take this country to hell