Eu Não Vou Chorar

Rabo de Peixe…
I'm from Rabo de Peixe, but don't be afraid
The big bottle makes me thirsty, I'm a big drunk
Look at the gun, I never went to school
Walking down the street, selling Coca-Cola

I'm leaving now, but not right now
My heart runs blood, that's a crazy life
My mother doesn't cry, it's all for you
When I was in jail, you were there for me

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I won't cry
This life wasn't for me
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The government and the police come here to mess with my Blica
You have a weak face, you're a pinta
And I walk down the street, from sun to moon
From night to day, from day to night, this won't stop

I'm crazy in the head, I do a lot of things
Look at my clothes, this is crazy
I'm good for nothing, I shed many tears
Locked up like an animal, tied up like a goat

But it's always forward, this isn't a marriage if you open your mouth too much
I just break teeth, listen well little boy, the words are small
This is nothing to me, it's always like this

I was raised with guns, with the cops at my door
I broke everything at home when I didn't have drugs
This is the fruit of beauty, living for my daughter
My mother and my father and my family

Sorry

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Now! Now people are talking about my music
They're talking about São Miguel, Rabo de Peixe, NZ, and music
They're writing in the newspaper that Sandrinho isn't normal
He's like the dogs in the yard, but he belongs to Portugal

I am the voice of the children, of the little ones from Rabo de Peixe
Those who have nothing, carrying wood every day
Those who have no food, drinking every day
My life is Maria from night until day

I go straight to the pool, sunbathing with the girls
I'm there working, selling those lines
And the clubs playing snooker, listening to my music
Sandrinho has respect when you pass by my street
Boy! What's up with you, from sun to moon
from snow until the rain changes? Ah…ah

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