Cabidela

Smell of blood, trail of bullets
Doesn't shake me as much as a hungry family
To kill hunger, a man kills a lion a day
For much less, he kills a man
There's a lack of lions in the backlands
There's a lack of lions in the slums
There's a lack of lions in the suburbs
People are killing dogs with shouts, cats, bitches
The gizzard is growling, the gun went off
Bullets eating people, people eating mud
It's mud, it's black mud, it's the cry of a distressed mother
- Did they die from a death inflicted or a death endured?

Life goes on at the next corner
Street kid career, cocaine
Rifle shots
Focus on carnage
Fear spreads
The analyst examines
Oil lamp and lantern
Death and life Severina
Now I want you to say
the names of five girls
Who died of starvation
With their mouths on the tip of the withered, gray breast
Get a crate, make a coffin
And bury it in the grave of oblivion

The heat trembles on the asphalt,
in a bang bang climate
Trail of bullets, smell of blood

Smell of blood, smell of blood, smell of blood
From Zé's undercooked barbecue
Smell of blood, smell of blood, smell of blood
From Dona Tereza's diced meat
Smell of blood, smell of blood, smell of blood
From her blood stew chicken
Smell of blood, smell of blood, smell of blood
With vinegar cooking in the pot

Smell of blood, trail of bullets
Doesn't shake me as much as that kid begging
Today he's a beggar, tomorrow a thief
The boy growing up, the devil smiling
The police killing, trafficker selling
The youngest sniffing glue in the midday heat
An old man begging, ringing the doorbell
- Hey mister, is there lunch ready?
Some change in your pocket
So I can complete the fare
I'm just passing through
Look, I came from the middle of nowhere
Help me, help me, help me
Have mercy on a poor son of a bitch

Life goes on at the next corner
In the roar of the engine, burning gasoline
Grinds the world in the factory
Grinds the money, the bribe
Funds that don't reach
Confetti with streamers
On the ground the blood germinates
And the game ends
Now I want you to say
The names of 20 girls
Who died of starvation
With their mouths on the tip of the withered, gray breast
Get a crate, make a coffin
Bury it in the grave of oblivion

The heat trembles on the asphalt
In a bang bang climate
Trail of bullets, smell of blood

Smell of blood, smell of blood, smell of blood
From Zé's undercooked barbecue
Smell of blood, smell of blood, smell of blood
From Dona Tereza's diced meat
Smell of blood, smell of blood, smell of blood
From her blood stew chicken
Smell of blood, smell of blood, smell of blood
With vinegar cooking in the pot

Life goes on at the next corner.