Ilusão de Uma Criança

This is a story that moves us all
From a child who saw his boss as a superhero
He idolized power, he loved respect
He said: When I grow up, I'm going to be like that
I only saw luxury cars, only 1100 motorbikes
And his eyes shone in what suited him
He had fame, women, look at how much gold he has
When I grow up I want to be like that too

He was already part of the gang, and after all he was the creator
And the commandments of crime, the minor already knew
He was a brave soldier, whether by night or by day
In the front commission, of the same hierarchy
Lots of determination and courage, brother, faith in God
It was passing through phases, that little one grew up
And kept in memory I heard the boss speak
When I die, someone else will take my place

And early in the morning, yes, the bullet ate
And his boss fell, dragged and helped
His eyes watered, he came to say
What ends here for me is now up to you
The tear rolled, and the boss passed away
Close it all this is mourning and now it's me

And the story of the minor was fulfilled
Prophesied in words I know someone heard
And already graduated in crime, with his diploma in hand
He was appointed as the new boss

And he was a beloved child in the entire community
Respected on the tram for acts of courage
It was in one reflection that he saw the truth
That the painted walls only told him longing
I already knew, I already felt, that it was the end of a story
And to die as a man would be honor and glory
And in an operation over a short distance
That's where that child's dream ends

This is a story that moves us all
From a child who saw his boss as a superhero
He idolized power, he loved respect
He said: When I grow up, I'm going to be like that
I only saw luxury cars, only 1100 motorbikes
And his eyes shone in what suited him
He had fame, women, look at how much gold he has
When I grow up I want to be like that too