A Nossa Alma É a Rua
Limce
Our Soul Is the Street
Street, street ..
Street, street ...
In a night vision, a soft mist.
A dream or a nightmare maybe, I don't know /
There was darkness on the face of such a dark abyss
I saw several mcs, criolo and bro brown.
They were also there //
The divine light illuminated the brothers of miliano /
That they had a sword in their mouth, and a word.
* For blacks and whites, Greeks and Trojans.//
The goal of the mission is to cross a huge ocean
To give a hand to those who were still, but reeling //
Using a headset, I disconnect from the matrix
* Listening to a low sample, it sounds like listening to an angel choir //
Not to mention, that there are people in the rear, praying and cheering /
Saved on other missions!
* Free from an underworld and its slimy poison //
Why does the abyss have a name, and is called ignorance /
Stigma, the damned prognosis, which is gaining strength in the favela.
* And incarnates at the birth of yet another child //
Every day or night, every sun and moon
Angels are mcs, in a night vision.
And mcs saw angels in the mist
The street is our soul, our soul is the street!
In the mission, and the feeling is so explicit /
* So excited, because I know I was born for this
Rap, for me, is a preaching /
In the coherence of a word, which opens my brother's eye
The central muscle in my chest speeds up the machine
In my rib cage! /
The jugular pulsates higher, and stretches the vein in my neck,
* It's never missing emotion //
As an omen I see a great revolution, * and feel it /
In the face of each brother I realize that they also feel
* That is reciprocal! // * and I know!
May the divine light guide us in the role of each mission /
* In the care of our brother //
And still in the abyss or even in the valley of darkness /
There is something to be discovered,
So get up from the tragedy, I know it's difficult.
But there is no other solution!
Come with us, and it's all right! //
Every day or night, every sun and moon
Angels are mcs, in a night vision.
And mcs saw angels in the mist
The street is our soul, our soul is the street! /