Massarrara

Tell me a lie
so I can run far away
Point me a way out, I roll a joint
I catch a ride
I'm not from your square, I'm plain, I admit
I won't meet you, I'm not from your tribe

Your son is in the mountains and mine in the slum
Your son studies law and mine makes war
I want the core of the coconut, the punch, the lad, the blind eye
Sand in the sock, supper in the vein of my old man

Street boys, city 2000:
We are the beach of Brazil's future
Street boys, city 2000:
We are the beach of Brazil's future

I choose a new name every morning
Malice of shield, comrades in my clan
Cut on the face, live spectacle
Why don't you come dance where it's forbidden too?

I kiss your windows, belly and coin
Asphalt samba, misery carpet
Wing without ditch, government hall and slave quarters
Clever cat, discourse, all grandsons of Pedro Bala

Street boys, city 2000:
We are the beach of Brazil's future
Street boys, city 2000:
We are the beach of Brazil's future
Oh, oh, ohh

See the colors: they are not painters
See the pains: they are not actors
See the colors: they are not painters
See the pains: they are not actors

Street boys, city 2000
We are the beach of Brazil's future
Street boys, city 2000:
We are the beach of Brazil's future
Oh, oh, ohh
Oh, oh, ohh