Lembranças

I remembered that Friday
Barefoot and dusty
Boy who thought he owned the whole neighborhood
Flying kites, missing this age
I never had anything, but I had my pride

Between the dream of the bicycle
Maybe the Moped
Playing with toy cars didn't attract the girls
And screw the character who wants to see me unhappy
Who looks at my trophy but doesn't see my scar

The neighbors annoying with the sound of those black cars
(Don't turn it down, don't turn it down, don't turn it down)
Leave me out of these troubles
I won't waste my time with indirect messages in my lyrics
(Hey, bring me another beer)
Leave me out of these troubles

These sensual ladies mess with my mind
Drive me crazy without using drugs
But I'm patient, yet somewhat delinquent
Eyes observe but the heart feels

Beginning can be the end, end can be the beginning
The choice of a dream, of course it will have a price
Today it's a ride with 20-inch rims, champagne in this suite
You see the good side but didn't see me on the plywood

So if you want to label me as a rich kid, you don't know my past
Who said the favela can't live by the lake?
And have a party like the ones in Dubai
Wake up the next day with a hell of a hangover

I remembered that Friday
Barefoot and dusty
Boy who thought he owned the whole neighborhood
Flying kites, missing this age
I never had anything, but I had my pride

Between the dream of the bicycle
Maybe the Moped
Playing with toy cars didn't attract the girls
And screw the character who wants to see me unhappy
Who looks at my trophy but doesn't see my scar

The neighbors annoying with the sound of those black cars
(Don't turn it down, don't turn it down, don't turn it down)
Leave me out of these troubles
I won't waste my time with indirect messages in my lyrics
(Hey, bring me another beer)
Leave me out of these troubles

These sensual ladies mess with my mind
Drive me crazy without using drugs
But I'm patient, yet somewhat delinquent
Eyes observe but the heart feels

I want the neighborhood smiling
And sadness on the ropes
The kids playing for Barcelona
And if today they're wearing Nike, they've had their feet on the ground
To prove that a poor body, a rich mind makes a million

How many times has my crying watered my dream
Thoughts high like clouds in the sky
Maybe that's why today I compose
My feelings on a piece of paper

I remembered that Friday
Barefoot and dusty
Boy who thought he owned the whole neighborhood
Flying kites, missing this age
I never had anything, but I had my pride

Between the dream of the bicycle
Maybe the Moped
Playing with toy cars didn't attract the girls
And screw the character who wants to see me unhappy
Who looks at my trophy but doesn't see my scar

The neighbors annoying with the sound of those black cars
(Don't turn it down, don't turn it down, don't turn it down)
Leave me out of these troubles
I won't waste my time with indirect messages in my lyrics
(Hey, bring me another beer)
Leave me out of these troubles

These sensual ladies mess with my mind
Drive me crazy without using drugs
But I'm patient, yet somewhat delinquent
Eyes observe but the heart feels