Tudo na Vida Passa

Everything in life passes, even the suffering
Hatred and hardship are part of this life
One day we get beaten, the next we beat
If we don't release the boss, our gang will rescue
Just big gold chains, rings, and bracelets
But don't suffocate too much, and you know it's us
Trained and indoctrinated, this is our routine
Treat the residents well and get several young girls

Several pieces of Diesel, Calvin Klein clothes
Four-spring sneakers in the closet no longer work
But this has a price, and the price is my soul
I'm the lion of the hill, and again I go hunting
In search of the pirate treasure of the Caribbean
But if it's a chase, our gang dodges the blitz
I will follow the advice of a friend of mine
That falling is man's, but getting up is always God's