Da Lama Ao Caos
Nação Zumbi
From Mud to Chaos
I can leave here to organize myself
I can leave here to disorganize
I can leave here to organize myself
I can leave here to disorganize
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
A stolen man is never mistaken
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
A stolen man is never mistaken
The sun burned, burned the mud of the river
I saw a chié walking slowly
And a crab here and there
And a crab walking south
Left the mangrove, turned into a gabiru
Oh Josué, I've never seen such a disgrace
The more misery there is, the more vultures threaten
I took a basket, went to the market to steal tomatoes and onions
An old lady was passing by, she took my carrot
"Oh my old lady, leave the carrot here
With an empty stomach I can't sleep"
And with a fuller belly I started to think
That by organizing myself I can disorganize
That by disorganizing I can organize myself
That by organizing myself I can disorganize
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
A stolen man is never mistaken
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
A stolen man is never mistaken
The sun burned, burned the mud of the river
I saw a chié walking slowly
And a crab here and there
And a crab walking south
Left the mangrove, turned into a gabiru
Oh Josué, I've never seen such a disgrace
The more misery there is, the more vultures threaten
I took a basket, went to the market to steal tomatoes and onions
An old lady was passing by, she took my carrot
"Oh my old lady, leave the carrot here
With an empty stomach I can't sleep"
And with a fuller belly I started to think
That by organizing myself I can disorganize
That by disorganizing I can organize myself
That by organizing myself I can disorganize
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
A stolen man is never mistaken
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
A stolen man is never mistaken
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
A stolen man is never mistaken
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
A stolen man is never mistaken
