Infância

Barefoot and shirtless I used to go around
In my childhood days, that's how I walked
The sun high up and us running in the backyard
Grandma would say: "careful, boy, it's not good!

But in reality, I had to learn
To tread some paths to not get involved
In that reality that I lived there
It's so hard to live in this alley here

But, as I came from the people, I never stopped believing, never
In the things I learned in the hill, fighting for my ideals
And loving, the next one as myself, if only this desire of mine
Could bring me peace, much peace!