Era Uma Vez

Once upon a time, there was a group of friends
Some of whom are no longer alive
Unknown to the world at large
They played a major role in my life

Once upon a time, there was a group of friends
Some of whom are no longer alive
We were dreamers as kids,
Rebellious but with values
Some became doctors, lawyers, and teachers
A few became players and some went independent
Clinging to this life with all their might
Tomorrow the sun unfortunately doesn’t rise for everyone
Death tells me without a face with its imposing scythe
You were just a teenager when you left us
I’ve asked myself countless times why you jumped
Was it the depression from drugs or family drama?
Crazy Rui, before suicide, had a habit of reading the Bible
Big Carlitos, the brain, no one fills his void
On the day he turned 18, he was found dead floating in the river
Vilela from the alley brought his parents to ruin
The first drug he tried, at 14, was heroin.

Mano Ibrahim, your smile will last forever
Your good vibes infected everyone
Those beautiful nights when we blew out candles
Sometimes I close my eyes, I can imagine being there
I live in the world of those who share an experience
Of the pain felt inside an emergency room
But still, I never gave up or threw in the towel
I cried and laughed, face to face with defeats and failures
I emptied a few packs to kill the anxiety
But the smoke was even worse because it was killing me for real
Brothers serving time, visualize yourselves in this rhyme
When you get out: moral, heads up
The world offers opportunities, waiting for you out here
But not everything is roses, reality can be harsh
For all those who are lost, without direction or aim:
Think about who you were, compare it to who you are.

Yesterday we were just kids playing ball,
Sneaking smokes behind the school
We traveled for free, how many escapes from the cops?
We ran through all the streets of the invincible city
Some hoops at Camélias, skating at Matosas,
Racing toy cars, speeds furious
No drugs, just pure adrenaline
Sometimes a bit of alcohol, mixed with nicotine
Time passed and we don’t see each other much anymore
I remember them even though each is off in their own corner
So much time later, post-flag of the generation
In memory of all those who have left
Nothing is lost, brothers, and everything transforms
And the battle is endless for those who won’t conform
I wish you a long life, health, and success
Just be happy, bro, that’s all I ask.