No Final do Arco-Íris

Life passes in a matter of seconds

Everything is unpredictable, I know the world
Passes in a matter of seconds
For us, the suffering expression remains
Listen to the voice, look ahead, look back
Tell me if it doesn't attract?
Parading in Mitsubishis, flying on 500cc gas
How many mothers haven't cried, leaning over
Coffins in cemeteries, life wakes
And our streets stained with human blood
Incredibly, today it no longer surprises
(Pray for what, cry for whom?)
If you carry PTs while Jesus doesn't come
Huh, are you crazy in the gangs or have you lost your mind
In your pocket the rollin point, on your chest the crucifix
It almost seems like you're not the same one who walked
With the sacred scriptures and preached
From door to door, bar to bar clapping
Always with the intention of saving, rescuing souls
The world is fierce, the brave do not give up
Words I heard from the old lady when I entered the war

And only by God that I didn't have a tragic death
In the sight of a .40 from the tactical force
I was astute, wise for not having accepted
The countless temptations, easy money
And the Sun is setting again on the horizon
And the Moon soon reflects on the hills
Of buildings and slums in São Paulo
While the asshole in a suit stands erect in the pool
With the office whore and ice in the gold label
The son dies in a flat in Pinheiros
(Crazy from overdose for dollars and credit cards)
The Rolls-Royce mommy spending at Márcia Mello
Didn't see the final of the UEFA Cup
The World Cup, Brazil heading for the hexa
And here several kids are growing up rummaging through the trash
Several kids are growing up learning to shoot
Peripheral pastime self-sustenance
Encyclopedic teaching, law classes
Doesn't make us aware of our own cause
Someone in hell claps at this hour
For the rapist insurance agent beheaded in the riot
Imbecile pig son of Cain
Just so as not to dream or even think about the future
Huh, to make you a bum
In the morgue just another dead body
Life passes in a matter of seconds

As long as there is blood flowing in the gold pots
At the end of the rainbow there will be a body
Charred, inside the trunk
The king of heaven cries rain in the form of tears
As long as there is blood flowing in the gold pots
At the end of the rainbow there will be a body
Charred, inside the trunk
The king of heaven cries rain in the form of tears

Hey, hey, hey, hey
I saw for a minute the firm blue sky in the mess
Alive in faith defeating the Goliaths
The booklet of life teaches brother in humility
I walked among lions and serpents, cousin, here's the thing
I survived the oppressor's wrath
I came through pain to consecrate love
Hey sufferer how many brothers perished
Big guy with the intention for money corrupted
Oops, the time darkened, the flood came
The storm, the enemy is indeed astute
Dragged into the desert those who ran the right way
Tried how many for money, fame, and success
While in the world how many long for a word
To live the blessings at every holy supper
To contemplate the smile of the child in your arms
And the miracle of absolution before the jury in court
You were a monster to the world, tension and lust
But for the Lord, ex-thief, new creature
Washed and redeemed with immaculate blood
Baptized as Saul on the way to Damascus
The Calvary the temptation in a psycho that every
Cinderella dreams of having a rich prince
Only by God I see no love only hatred in the crowded comb
Without truce evil on the hooded face
São Paulo, Babylon concrete jungle
Blind greed that drags for 30 coins
I know the pain I live with longing and I know
The value and price of freedom
Vanity, everything in the world is vanity
They say no one owns the truth
But I met Christ and my life changed
What was shame to the world the Lord honored
Consecrated left the wheat and the tares by faith by faith
How many junkies at the foot of the hill what's the deal?
Brother I show you salvation
I find several bent knees for Mammon
I saw heaven open discovered new life finally
I was reborn from evil Daiza, Tatão old west
Carapicuíba right uncle?
You know it's without massage, São Paulo, Brazil

As long as there is blood flowing in the gold pots
At the end of the rainbow there will be a body
Charred, inside the trunk
The king of heaven cries rain in the form of tears
As long as there is blood flowing in the gold pots
At the end of the rainbow there will be a body
Charred, inside the trunk
The king of heaven cries rain in the form of tears
As long as there is blood flowing in the gold pots
At the end of the rainbow there will be a body
Charred, inside the trunk
The king of heaven cries rain in the form of tears