O Povo da Periferia (Parte 1)

People from the periphery have been abandoned for a long time, right brother
While the upper class people are filling their pockets with money
The people here are struggling, unemployed, hungry
The only way out that the brothers find
Here in the periphery is the world of crime

The brothers know that crime doesn't pay off, but they are forced to live
In crime because there's no other way, right bro, so
May God protect the brothers who are now in a rush
May God protect the people of the periphery

God, look at my people from the periphery
There are so many sad people in this city
There is so much inequality on the other side of the city
But I have faith, I have faith, I believe in God
Watch over these children of yours
Lord
Oh Lord, look at my suffering people from
The periphery

Ah! Looking at my people I see the sadness
Stamped on every face that has lost its beauty
Life is blurry for those in struggle
A mother seeing her hungry children suffering
The richest in the world only make investments
Entertainment for the rich kids, for bad things and weapons

As for my people, there is zero investment
Day by day is not easy, day by day is not beautiful
Several kids on the street with no address, drugged
Beggars, suffering people also abandoned
Dragging themselves and wanting to live
Many people turn a blind eye, pretend not to see
What good is a good life and having everything cool
If my people are struggling, oh my God what now
I ask the Lord for peace and joy
Take care of us
The people of the periphery

God, look at my people from the periphery
There are so many sad people in this city
There is so much inequality on the other side of the city
But I have faith, I have faith, I believe in God
Watch over these children of yours
Lord
Oh Lord, look at my suffering people from
The periphery

Ah! The people are poorly cared for, ignored, forgotten
The rich just want to see my people screwed
They exploit our lives, steal our money
I see the people struggling, falling into despair
Brother in anger, without peace, needing help, bro
Stealing, risking because they need it

Suffering in life, going hungry, what injustice
And when it spins, taking a beating every day from the police
That every day crime is growing, this life makes the people
Rebellious and violent
Poverty, misery grows every day
What the hell is this, my people don't deserve
One day those who only screw us will get screwed
They force my people not to have peace to live
May God protect the brothers who are now in a rush
May God protect the people of the periphery

God, look at my people from the periphery
There are so many sad people in this city
There is so much inequality on the other side of the city
But I have faith, I have faith, I believe in God
Watch over these children of yours
Lord
Oh Lord, look at my suffering people from
The periphery

Oh Lord, look at my suffering people from
The periphery