Tô Feliz (Matei o Presidente) 2

Everyone applauded when the body falls down
I just killed the president of Brazil

The criminally takes over my mind
I thought I wouldn’t have to do it again
But I have recurring nightmares, Temer in front of me
And I'm singing: I'm happy, I killed the president!
Ghosts of the past, of my killer times
When I killed the other one, I was just a boy
Now, speaker, children’s book author
It’s not okay to kill the president of Brazil

But the wish it's hard enough, it’s hard to hold
I had an idea: Let's go to the police department, I'll turn me to the police
Call the delegate, please
I'm Gabriel, O Pensador
The man that they love to hate
I singed mother fuck, catch that thief, they never will
Enough! When are we gonna have to catch up?
Beating of left and right
Dropped a few pieces, but the table’s hard to turn
Take my statement and lock me in
'Cause I don’t want to go to Brasilia to shoot Michel

Wonderful! Kill that vampire
But one shoot it's not enough, Gabriel!
Kill and sing like this

Today I'm happy, today I'm happy
Today I'm happy, I killed the president
Today I'm happy, I killed the president
I killed the president, I killed the president

Today I'm happy, today I'm happy
Today I'm happy, I killed the president
Today I'm happy, I killed the president
I killed the president, I killed the president

I was even surprised when the news broke
And the police offered to support my mission
No one will arrest you, cop is also people
Already killed a president, brother, go there and do it again
What’s that?! I'm peace, I hate firearms
There must be another way for Brazil to turn the table

Nothing, Pensador! Go there and leave no one alive
If it’s against firearms, goes in native-style
Invades the Chamber and catches the bastards distracted
With poison in the blowgun, right in the ear
In the name of the deforested Amazon
Take a bow and many arrows, and put one in the heart of each
Bunch of devils; took to send to hell
Already so all suit in and for burial will facilitate
Send it to the devil with the money cases
Dirty with blood of so many brazilians and let's sing

Today I'm happy, today I'm happy
Today I'm happy, I killed the president
Today I'm happy, I killed the president
I killed the president, I killed the president

Today I'm happy, today I'm happy
Today I'm happy, I killed the president
Today I'm happy, I killed the president
I killed the president, I killed the president

Audio and video made public
Blatant crime
But neither is judged
They had already bought several deputies
Outside the privileged forum
Then kill the bastard

In the celebration has the decapitation
Head turns ball and the game will roll (kicks!)
Cut off his head without forgiveness
That this head rolling is worth more than Neymar!
(It's Pensador, it's Pensador, it's Gabriel, O Pensador
It's Pensador, it's Pensador, it's Gabriel, O Pensador)
Easy, just one shoot, right in the eye of the bastard
And I don’t regret a bit of what I did
I took an action that made me very happy

Today I'm happy, today I'm happy
Today I'm happy, I killed the president
Today I'm happy, I killed the president
I killed the president, I killed the president

I killed the president
(I killed the president, I killed the president, I killed the president)

I didn’t kill nor will I literally kill a president
But if all corrupts suddenly die
Everything would be different, there’d be so much money left
That we’d walk the streets without fear all the time
Your father wouldn’t be robbed, your son wouldn’t be a thief
Your mother wouldn’t die in the hospital line
And your cousin wouldn’t kill himself at Christmas
Your teacher wouldn’t teach without hope
You wouldn’t want to make a change of country
Your daughter could play with other children
And no one would have to kill anyone to be happy

Nowadays, being happy its an illusion
And it is the disunited people who kill by political
No reason, no nortion
Calling ridiculous politicians a myth
And sometimes I can’t believe in a better future
When the scream is stifled by organized crime instituted
What censorship, torture and invoice upon disgrace
But deep down I still believe in the power of the people
Our voice taking the squares, shortening the differences
Recomposing this, I want this reward
The Pensador it's against violence
But here we sin by excess of patience
With the steal, but makes the real marginal
They are called Doctor and Your Honor