Primeiro Milhão

Only the faithful boys
Hang loose for the brothers
Who always believed
In our first million
The boys have vision
Watch as things have changed
To be someone in this Brazil
Without the stock market

Wisdom is poetry in the hand of a poet grown here
I saw a 15-year-old boy fight to smile
I saw the tears fall, but dried quickly
I saw hunger dying of hunger
Sadness dying of crying
Envy dying of envy
Just by seeing our team pass by
Setback, comes without argument
Light as the wind, can't wait
I feel it's the moment, maybe I regret
Without resentment, can't stay
I close my eyes just to imagine
The face they will make
I don't spend my money in vain
I pay to see this scene

The bottles with the fire in the VIP area, ah
Then things get ugly
When we arrive at the party, it's just to mess around
And you can't throw sand

Only the faithful boys
Hang loose for the brothers
Who always believed
In our first million
The boys have vision
Watch as things have changed
To be someone in this Brazil
Without the stock market

We are peace and love, but always in war
We learned to live in these lands
Fearlessness of fear, a little above average
In the hood, it's disrespectful to pay homage to comedy

I'm in a dream that pays off, patience is necessary
And in our reward, who will be there?
Every day I ask for blessings out of respect for our belief
Faith in the Father, the enemy falls, only God to judge me
One day I'll teach you how to make the avenue tremble
You'll see the girls dancing and the rear going up and down

The bottles with the fire in the VIP area, ah
Then things get ugly
When we arrive at the party, it's just to mess around
And you can't throw sand

Only the faithful boys
Hang loose for the brothers
Who always believed
In our first million
The boys have vision
Watch as things have changed
To be someone in this Brazil
Without the stock market

Porsche, Lambo, Strada, Gol
The girls dance, the guys: Wow!
Porsche, Lambo, Strada, Gol
The girls dance, the guys: Wow!