Moleque de Favela

Let the kid run
Let the boy play
Give him wings to fly
But be careful not to get involved if you see

So register the quick kid
He's on the radio making money
He doesn't have an ID, but he made his destiny
Tearing through the favela on a motorcycle getaway
Who's gonna catch him?

Another kid lost in the alley
He played soccer barefoot, the ground on his face made him happy
And on trips, he dreamed of being Bob Marley
And in rhymes, he aimed to be like Racionais
With friends and all singing in the backyard
He messed up in school, he's not doing well

And life goes voracious, always too fast
How many families have already lost their peace
And life goes voracious, always too fast
How many kids are no longer with us

And life goes voracious, always too fast
How many families have already lost their peace
And life goes voracious, always too fast
How many kids are no longer with us

Marks of suffering, cruel reality
While there are shoes stepping on Persian rugs
In a globalized world, where poverty surrounds us
Besides crooked cops, fighting their own war

In the glamor of crime, quick kids
Well armed, lurking on the uphill climb
The future that reflects hope is far away
And without being able to play, he's already in the dance

Sound of bullets as he grew up
In the midst of chaos, he cried silently, made his poetry
Showing the harsh reality of who he was
A fearless soldier, a favela kid