Miséria no Japão

We are uncles of social poverty
We are all windshields of the national future
I'm an uncle, she's an aunt
The fuse is lit, it's hot here
Country is hot
The world is hot

And who told you that misery is only here?
Who said that misery doesn't laugh?
Who's thinking
that there are no tears of misery in Japan?
Who's saying that there are no treasures in the slums?

Life is beautiful
Everything is strange
Everything is expensive
The world is vast

Paradise, lightning rod, capital
Satellites, pyramids, bullet train
And so on
It's cold there, it's night here
The lashes on the ships are history
But it's not glory
Sad memory
And those who resist make the race evolve
But there's still war
Trying to make the world collapse
Love has no measure in certain cases
Hatred reaches generals, low-ranking soldiers