Alagados
Herbert Vianna
Flooded
Every day,
The morning sun comes to challenge them
Brings from dream to the world
Who no longer wanted it
Stilt houses, piers, rags
Children of the same agony
And the city,
Which has open arms in a postcard
With closed fists
Of real life
Denies them opportunities
Shows the harsh face of evil
Flooded Trenchtown
Favela da maré
Hope does not come from the sea
Nor from the TV antennas
The art of living by faith
It's just not known faith in what
The art of living by faith
It's just not known faith in what
