Alagados
Os Paralamas do Sucesso
Flooded
Every day the morning sun challenges them
Brings from dream to the world, those who no longer wanted it
Stilt houses, piers, rags
Children of the same agony
And the city that has open arms in a postcard
With closed fists in real life
Denies them opportunities
Shows the harsh face of evil
Flooded, Trenchtown, Maré Favela
Hope does not come from the sea
Nor from the TV antennas
The art is to live by faith
Just don't know faith in what
The art is to live by faith
Just don't know faith in what
Every day the morning sun
Comes and challenges them
Brings from dream to the world
Those who no longer wanted it
Stilt houses, piers, rags
Children of the same agony
And the city that has open arms in a postcard
With closed fists in real life
Denies them opportunities
Shows the harsh face of evil
Flooded, Trenchtown, Maré Favela
Hope does not come from the sea
Nor from the TV antennas
The art is to live by faith
Just don't know faith in what
The art is to live by faith
Just don't know faith in what
Flooded, Trenchtown, Maré Favela
Hope does not come from the sea
Nor from the TV antennas
The art is to live by faith
Just don't know faith in what
The art is to live by faith
Just don't know faith in what
Flooded, Trenchtown, Maré Favela
Hope does not come from the sea
Nor from the TV antennas
The art of living by faith
Just don't know faith in what
The art is to live by faith
But the art of living by faith
Just don't know faith in what
The art is to live by faith
Just don't know faith in what
The art is to live by faith
