Ao Menos Uma Vez

The wind that lightly carries the dust
That blows through the window and sways the rosebush
That makes the flames of the bonfire more beautiful
Is the same that brings the final rains
That wet the souls of dreaming warriors
Who dream of a world less gray and more colorful
Flowers, romantics, why not?
None of this nonsense, thinking it's nice to be a thief
Uncle, seriously, this talk is tiresome
It's so-and-so who got out of jail and who went in
It's the tape that I don't know, it's the big shot of the moment
It's the police that invaded, it's the rifle of I don't know who
Hmm, and the children keep growing
Enjoying rap, savoring the poison
In the midst of all this, my share of guilt
Educated, magistrate, in the street college
My teachings, I believe, are positive
Throughout all this time, man, I can't understand
How it attracts so much, if crime is suicide
A solvent that breaks up families, homes, dreams completely
Of the most needy peripheral fruits
Lord, water our people with your rain
And let the tears flow down the face
Of the sufferer so that he understands
That we gain a lot by knowing how to lose
For him to learn
That all glory belongs only to you

Let me feel the wind blow
Let me love, let me try
At least once
To be happy, why not?
Let me feel the wind blow
Let me love, let me try
At least once
Don't make me a hostage today

Let me feel the breeze in the air
Let me smile, let me think
Let me dream of a more beautiful world
Just don't let the waves destroy my castles
Of love for life, for nature
Lord, let me strengthen in weakness
To make mistakes. At least once, who hasn't?
Catch the Dollar plaques who never dreamed
Of having king moments in the hood
In the flete with pool, imported motorcycles
Jewels, women, and respect above all
Walking on plush red carpets
Drinking Licor, Italian grape
Traveling through the beautiful bohemian nights of France
And just relaxing in the beautiful ofuro. Who never dreamed?
The world is beautiful, yes, that's the question
But peace is in your heart
Brother, the parents of children also want
Just to see their children growing up always happy
Hey sufferer, it's good for you to learn
That we gain a lot by knowing how to lose
It's all up to you
To win the trophy after you win

Let me feel the wind blow
Let me love, let me try
At least once
To be happy, why not?
Let me feel the wind blow
Let me love, let me try
At least once
Don't make me a hostage today

I saw tears in the eyes of many guys who
Only knew evil in the end
Who were heavy, only in weight, much respect
Who showed off with the cross hanging on their chest
What is the price of so much glory and name?
If the soul itself starves for peace
I saw from afar the light at the end of the road
No AK-47s or grenades
Just the sacred mantle, the crown of thorns of the king
Blessed power of the angels of Christ
Here I tell you, thug, it's not worth it
The kilos of gold, the crazy guys
Man, understand. If in faith you can achieve
A power that comes from heaven to bless
It's very sad to remember
Those who died and will no longer be among us

Let me feel the wind blow
Let me love, let me try
At least once
To be happy, why not?
Let me feel the wind blow
Let me love, let me try
At least once
Don't make me a hostage today