Eu Não Quero Ser Ninguém

Mom, I swear when I grow up I'll be an astronaut
Fly a rocket to the moon and own NASA
Son, it's nine o'clock and I'm so tired
The subject is behind, you have a test tomorrow
Finish your homework

Dad, I'm playing well, maybe I'll reach Romário
I'll have my name on a shirt to put in the closet
I'll earn millions and millions in salary
You'll never wake up at five again, I know you hate it
To get to work on time

Son, you're not even the best in your class
The coach said you have no talent
That you don't kick right, drop the cleats and study
You have class tomorrow, think about it
Football doesn't have a future, look at your cousin, he's studying Law
If you try, you'll come in second

Excuse me mom, João's dad bought a guitar
He played and I loved the sound
If I try, I might have a vocation

Of course, son, having a hobby is a good option
But don't forget about your education
An artist who breaks through is one in a million (no)

Son, my dream is for you to grow up and be someone
But I don't want to be anyone, thinking about it
I've never been myself

Son, my dream is for you to grow up and be someone
But I don't want to be anyone, I'll be so good
As long as I'm myself

Márcia's son got a perfect score
If you compare, you don't measure up
You haven't studied for many days
You're glued to the computer
You say you're training to be a player
Son, this way you're not helping me either

No one will ever hire you like this
You never think about dressing up
Always in a hat, flip-flops, and shorts
Your dad is saying he'll have you committed
All you do is sleep and play
For God's sake, son, change

I know you wanted me to be a doctor
Lawyer, architect, or diplomat who speaks four dialects
I know you think I'm not smart just because I never get it right
But I also have dreams and plans
One day I'll leave you speechless

Fuck your friend's son
Fuck my cousin and his life
Fuck the path you want me to follow
Fuck everything, fuck this school and this boring subject
Fuck the diplomat career
Fuck you and my dad, you never asked what I want to be

Son, my dream is for you to grow up and be someone
But I don't want to be anyone, thinking about it
I've never been myself

Son, my dream is for you to grow up and be someone
But I don't want to be anyone, I'll be so good
As long as I'm myself

And if Coutinho gave up football because he wasn't the best in the class?
Or if Thiago Ventura quit comedy because his dad doesn't laugh at what he says?
If BRTT instead of playing LOL, had focused on college because his mom insisted?
If Lázaro Ramos quit theater because it wasn't trendy in Salvador?
And if Seu Jorge became a military instead of a musician?
If Rick Chester had never sold water?
If Crioulo was still an Arts teacher?
And if I gave up poetry, I wouldn't be the same, none of us would be
I don't want to be anyone