Brazuca

Football? Football is not learned in school

In the country of football the Sun rises for everyone but only shines for a few
And it shone through the shack window in the favela where he lived
This boy named brazuca
Who didn't even have food in the pot
But did keepy-uppies on his shin and drove the crowd crazy
He was young and they already said he was the new Pelé
Who did whatever he wanted with a ball at his feet
Who took free kicks better than Zico and Maradona
And dribbled even better than the man

That's right
And brazuca grew up, sparking interest
In businessmen and envy in the idiots
Including his brother who has a Romário poster in the closet
But plays football really badly
His name is zé batalha
And since he was little he worked to earn a crumb
That feeds his mother and his younger brother
Neither of them studied
Because there is no education for the people in the country of football
Football is not learned in school
That's why brazuca is good at football

Brazuca is good at football
Brazuca excels
Zé batalha only works
Zé batalha only wears out
Brazuca is good at football
Brazuca excels
Zé batalha only works
Zé batalha only wears out

Enough of taking hits
The shin is swollen and the referee doesn't see
Enough of this sham
The shirt is sweaty from running so much
Enough of square balls
This rule is wrong, let's redo it
Enough of taking hits
The crowd is tired of losing

In the country of football almost everything goes wrong
But brazuca is good at football, he's already a professional
State champion, Brazilian champion
He went to play for the national team, he met the whole world
And the whole world met brazuca with the number ten
Commanding in midfield as if playing snooker with his feet
Calmly, with class, without missing a pass
Which made his pass also appreciate
And today he is the highest paid star in Europe

Captain of the national team, he's there in the World Cup
While his brother, zé batalha
And all his people, the rabble
From the favela where he came from, only work
Sweating the shirt, thrown to the sidelines
Trying to build a play more beautiful than the grass
That he carries in his lunchbox
Injured from so many beatings
Confused with a criminal, offside
Stop it!!

Without complaining to avoid a red card
Zé batalha under the sights of the machine gun on his knees
Trying to explain himself with a gun to his head
I'm a worker, I'm brazuca's brother
He prays, holds his breath
And there in the World Cup, penalty in favor of the national team
Ball in place, brazuca will take it
Finger on the trigger, zé batalha will die
The referee blew everything as it should be
There's another goal and Brazil is the champion
There's another body lying on the ground

Brazuca is good at football
Brazuca excels
Zé batalha only works
Zé batalha only wears out
Brazuca is good at football
Brazuca excels
Zé batalha only works
Zé batalha only wears out

Enough of taking hits
The shin is swollen and the referee doesn't see
Enough of this sham
The shirt is sweaty from running so much
Enough of square balls
This rule is wrong, let's redo it
Enough of taking hits
The crowd is tired of losing

The country was happy after that goal
Everyone satisfied, everyone hugged
Many even cried with the celebration
Proud to live in this champion country
And in the favela, the next day, no one works
It's the day to bury what's left of zé batalha
But there's no one to carry the body
Or to say a prayer for the dead
Everyone has the flag in hand
Waiting for the national team at the airport

It's the champion of hypocrisy, violence, humiliation
It's the champion of cowardice and misery, corruption
It's the champion of ignorance, despair, malnutrition
It's the champion of abandonment, hunger, and prostitution

Brazuca is good at football
Brazuca excels
Zé batalha only works
Zé batalha only wears out
Brazuca is good at football
Brazuca excels
Zé batalha only works
Zé batalha only wears out

Enough of taking hits
The shin is swollen and the referee doesn't see
Enough of this sham
The shirt is sweaty from running so much
Enough of square balls
This rule is wrong, let's redo it
Enough of taking hits