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One day I dreamed that I was a cactus
One of those I have at home and I don't take care of
And that even without color, without water
Without a flower to give
With the crooked thorns still looking and laughing

I live intact
I live intact
The cactus

Girl, I think the dream was a cactus
From an aged interior
That had fled from the backlands in an attempt
To harvest a bountiful future and a strong voice

I live intact
I live intact
The cactus

Look at me in SP, at the entrance
Through the gap I send you a good morning
The man stomps his feet, the smoke rises
Inhaling the world, I move on, and you pass by

Now I traveled, I was a cactus
One of those in the big city, forgotten
Chic, chic, poor, poor
Side by side

Splitting the earth to open more paths
Muffling the teeth, I am the cactus
Cutting the root, I am from more than one country and a desisting state

It's a rumor to say that we endure (I live intact)
That they shoot heavy bullets and sustain us (I live intact)
They put our hope up for sale (I live intact)
They created the script for this dance (I live intact)

Hostile place of such peaceful people
Northeast science fiction
It's poor, it's dry, it's a skinny child
Northeast political invention

Hey, herêrêrêrêrêrê, harêrêra
Northeast artistic emotion
Hey, herêrêrêrêrarê, herêrêra
Northeast science fiction
Northeast political invention
Northeast science fiction