Procriar

To every pregnant woman, I send flowers
Tell our Creole women to keep their blood clean,
And give us strong, healthy, and beautiful babies

It's the criminal world, dude
Bring the love for the streets of Santo António and Corroios
(Bring the love)
Even if you live a second, leave one of yours in this world,
Be fruitful and multiply.

For every dude that falls, 10 or more shall be born,
Each gangster has their crew, God has my dude Sly
Brothers dodge death on the street like a butterfly's flight,
Street life flies easy, but gangsters are immortal
I'm not and never wanted to be more than anyone else
I live my life day by day as I know how
They don't understand what we say
They didn't grow up where we did
Every day we pay for the apple we didn't eat
It's a goat that gets pregnant,
Calm down, girl,
It's the world up here, will it be a boy or a girl
It's welcome if there's a drop of love that connects you
With a divine gift, like a cycle of life

(Chorus)
For every dude that falls, 10 or more shall be born
Who lives the street life, dude die, dude die!
Before dying, Jesus Christ forgave a criminal,
And he went to a place where gangsters rest in peace

You're nailed down,
No movement, no work
Sitting drinking on the street, watching the buses go by
Don't give up on the future today, tomorrow will be worse
Never let them tell you that you're worthless
We're dudes, and dudes navigate as they see fit
There's no law or prosecutor
My judge is the Lord
Traffickers and thieves walk with their heads held high
'Screw the mouths that talk, they eat everything and give nothing
Those who have nothing bet everything, maybe win maybe lose
Brother, those bastards just want to see us in the shit
But in Lisbon, dudes live the crazy life
But in Lisbon, if you don't watch out, you'll fly
We steal, we hustle, we kill, we scam
Waiting for the big score to get us off the street, but nothing changes
For those who live fast, life is short
One day if they catch you, congratulations, bastards
Until that day comes, be careful, I'm on the street
With my shot, my crew, my weed, my bitches
Many hate and love Halloween
Everything you wish for me, I wish double for you
Because gangsters aren't afraid of snitches or enemies
There's no greater punishment than growing old and dying alone
So I think of all the things I did to her
Today I'd give everything to have her by my side
But I can't control the demons that live in my head
My lover, my princess, my soulmate
Only now I know that women like you are priceless
Creole, if I could, I'd give you the universe
If it didn't work out, I think it's because God didn't want it
I hope you find another man who makes you happy

(Chorus x2)
He went to a place where gangsters rest in peace (x4)