Jardim de Pedras

How many hands have gone never to return
They went to the other side, will I find them there
I don't know, I just know, Jhow, that to die you just need to be alive
Death comes unexpectedly, it doesn't bring a warning
In the smoke of the pipe, in the bullet of the gun
In the bottle of cachaça, it's suicide in a practical way
And so the people die and suffer before dying
Another dead in the hood, it's that rush
A motorcycle at full speed, the rider and the killer
The victim's mother crying while the killer is laughing
The favela cries, blood runs down the hill
The devil watches if the guys hug, it's a hug
The stone makes all the guys puppets, makes them steal
Gas cylinders, play CDs, VCR
Makes mistakes and is charged without mercy
Is dragged from the hood to smoke crack with the dog
The thing is sinister, either you die or you kill
See the kids with only can openers
All ready for action to make more mothers cry
The kids nowadays are killing just to kill
And on All Souls' Day the cemetery is full, the mother crying
And the killer of the son buried right there, next to him
The favela kills itself, no one helps
As the saying goes, whoever kills also dies
The brothers are killing each other for nothing, for a crumb
Love has been forgotten, today it's flesh and the blade
I've seen guys kill for every silly reason
To top it off, cock the gun, blow up the globe
Acting in malice, coldness, cruelty
Premeditated, cowardly homicide
Sometimes for no reason, I've seen someone turn up the gas
To say he's the bread, bam bam bam, he's the best

Psycho from the hood, oh! Psychopath Jão
Hunted death, sealed another coffin
Slate, tile, polished granite
Garden of stone, concrete and pain everywhere
Garden of stone or cemetery, it doesn't matter
What I know? What matters, what's important is that there lies
A bunch of my guys, a bunch of your guys
All are children of God, but got lost on the path
Went the wrong way, fell into a trap
Entered the crime, became a magnet for bullets, took a shot
Then it's a loss, no turning back
Your dwelling is in the garden of stones, rest in peace
Bro, did you see what the prize of war is?!
Killed until a few hours ago, now you're under the ground
For everything there's a solution but not for death, you can't escape
Drinking cachaça all day, there's the powder and the cape
All day just taking shot after shot
My uncle, may God rest his soul, didn't escape, got cirrhosis
The bars are crowded, the old men drunk
When they return home, their son will be beaten
Then the boys will find out why the son kills the father
It's not for the inheritance, it's because he can't take the beating anymore
The woman can't take it anymore, the children can't take it anymore
To drink, he spent the rent, electricity, and gas money
Then he pushed his luck, hunted and found death
And for the garden of stones, he got a passport
There, the passport, the trip is one way only
Your life is worth more than cachaça and kryptonite

Hey Jão, pay attention, see if this is what you want
Embrace drugs and leave your children and wife
The Police kill people, the system oppresses people
We kill each other, don't you understand?!
That everyone is against us, and we kill each other
With every bullet fired, it's more profit for the magnates
And yet the periphery cries
Suffers like a poor lady suffers
Seeing the photo of her son, tears and a tight chest
November 2nd, chaos in the garden of stones
A lot of crying, sad memories
Suffering life, sadness in many hearts
But what can you do, everyone is born to die
But it's not to make it easier, Jão, you have to know how to live
In the crazy life, many go before their time
Pushed their luck, became the past, history
A story without a happy ending, but that's how you wanted it
A humble tomb with your name written in chalk
A lit candle, your mother there on her knees
Praying for you and crying with red eyes
A sad scene, the garden of stones is tough
Wherever you look, a bunch of aunts, tears overflow
Suffering, sadness, longing, crying on their knees
That's where you see who truly loved you