3 da Madrugada

Three in the morning, insomnia doesn't help
I walk past the eyes of the neighbor with a thick neck
I'm on the street, alone at the wheel
My expression is sinister, much better than before

I release the clutch, off I go, I'm on the road
I ask for protection to rid myself of those who curse me
God knows how much my soul is worth
I signal, shift to fourth, turn up the music and stay calm

On the ride, pretending, aimlessly
The wind hits my face while my mind reflects
I keep going, listening to my anthem
Of war with envious eyes, like a Flamengo and Vasco fan

I'm at peace, with a pure mind
I'll climb the hill where there's a party going on until late
I roam the city in search of a cure
To erase from my head the night that isn't dark

Red light, a car stops beside me
A lowered Golf with a shattered windshield
Four or more guys, no peaceful look
Red eyes staring at me and looking back

I noticed, but I wasn't intimidated
The driver signaled it's all good, so I moved on
Left behind, (it) became the past
I accelerate, shift to fifth, guided by God

Dark street with little lighting
I see a convoy coming towards me
If I panic, where should I run?
It's getting closer, I realize it's a group

With guns up, taking over the asphalt
Is it a debt collection, kidnapping, robbery?
I don't know, I don't care, I'm in a hurry too
I flash my headlights, cross over and continue the escape

May the night be protected and illuminated
The phone rings, is it someone looking to rent?
I'll only find out if I answer
Whoever it is, just don't ruin my fun

Hello?
It's me calling, just to chat
That the party you're going to tonight, are you high?
The hill is taken over, you better come back
There's a little party happening in the square on this side

Who's with you?
It's me and that girl
That I told you about, that I was going to set you up with
You can come casually, no need to rush
The situation in the square will go on until dawn

I'll wait for you, having a cold one
I'll only go back home after dawn
That's it! I'll hang up, there's a police checkpoint ahead
I'll take off my cap and look innocent

I turn on the salon light, it's the PM's patrol
I owe nothing, but I don't know why my leg trembles
I dim the headlights, I pass the police cars
My documents are in my pocket, I lower the music, slow down
I'm wary, yes, I feel the end approaching

But this time it was different, they didn't even look at me
I cross myself, smile, I pass unnoticed
I burn rubber on the asphalt, my ride isn't over yet
I change the CD, crank up the volume
I stick my elbow out as usual

On the viaduct, I cut through the path
The sky is clearing, the day is breaking
The rooster is crowing, I'm getting closer to the square
People are leaving as I arrive

The sun's rays hinder my vision
But I see the square is empty, just bottles on the ground

I just got here, everyone's leaving
I got lost on the way, I even forgot the time
I'll step on it, leave the place
What time is it anyway?
(Seven forty-five)