Jingle Político

A black actor looks up to the sky with a hopeful look
An indigenous person, a woman from Santa Catarina, and cut to a Japanese child
The candidate wants to convey the image that he is loved by everyone
Puts on an engineer's hat and points forward

Signs a decree of lies that
In reality is just a piece of paper
Rolls up his shirt sleeve
Feels like one of the people and goes to eat pastries
He drives around in a pick-up truck through the outskirts
Waves to the people from above as if he were the messiah

Surrounded by advisors
Parrot-like followers
And his facade wife
In reality, he dates the bald guy
To the left, behind the bearded man
With a grumpy face
He eats for the first time at the school cafeteria
And praises the food that his children will never taste

To look cute, a chorus of adults joins in
Singing with childlike voices
A lady loses control and dances for the camera
He sticks stickers on the chests of needy women
He hugs people randomly
He is in the midst of the people with all this confidence
Just because he is protected by
Off-duty police officers
Kissing babies in their mothers' arms
Hugging sweaty people and taking photos on cell phones
Now the music will rise to move you

All the extras wave flags in the air
For ten reais, they do choreography and pretend to care
Slow motion, confetti, forced hugs
An edit makes the vice appear by his side

They never even met
The photo is made by a computer
Now the number will flash for the voter
Number! Number! number! number! number!

Forget everything I stole
But don't forget my number!