INTRO

(You are listening to Naturalidade EP, scoundrel)
(Tune in, bandit)

Full of hatred, little one
I'm pissed off
Oh
Come, come

This hatred in my chest formed wrinkles on my face
I hate taking pictures, I'm always with the same closed face
In the tough wave
I want to stay on the street, don't want to go back home
Can I sleep at your place?

In the wee hours, looking at the Moon, wandering through these streets
I'm envying the stars
Man, I just want to be one
Son of the evil of the streets