Todo Finado Tem Mãe

With God, go in faith, strength Mrs. Iza
Time passes, suffering doesn't end, it eases
No one forgets a child who died, it's logical
Tragic weekend shakes the psychological
I am a father, must be tough to lose such a young child
Life is a war, those who think it's a game are wrong

I saw several loose animals, messed up, played with fire
Dawned at the morgue with several shots in the head
Idelmar de sequinho 15 years old, it was over
It's the premature deceased, filling the stone garden
The tough part is seeing mothers cry as if they want to go along
Wanting to go in with the child inside the tomb
Several die young, most are due to embalming
It's tough, it's a trend, it has to be bloodthirsty

13 years old is ready to kill, doesn't even know why
Goes up, goes to the scene on the back of the RD
When it's time to pull the trigger, no one thinks of the mother
Without mercy, the caliber gives the sentence
Rarely is there regret in those who killed

Who dies, dies, the suffering is for those who stayed
Who killed, doesn't even know why they killed
And who died, doesn't even know why they died
And who killed, killed, became a hero
And who died, died, doesn't come back, screwed!

Skull pierced of a child who's leaving
And another tear falls on his coffin
And the certainty that he won't come back
And the war continues exterminating peace
Skull pierced of a child who's leaving
And another tear falls on his coffin
And the certainty that he won't come back
And the war continues exterminating peace

It tightens the chest, damn, knots the throat
The mother screaming: Son, my son get up!
Get up for nothing, he's in the coffin, no chance
God gives a second chance
But sometimes it's without revenge
Avalanche, only bad news we receive
My people are at Pinga Fogo, not there at Hebe
Giving interviews handcuffed, another homicide

It's poor killing poor, not rich killing rich
How I wish, I wish to plant joy
But all I see is guns, drugs, blood flowing on the curb
Kid killing boldly, running from the cops
Only with the Glocks, takes a chance dreaming of being Al Capone

Skull pierced of a child who's leaving
And another tear falls on his coffin
And the certainty that he won't come back
And the war continues exterminating peace
Skull pierced of a child who's leaving
And another tear falls on his coffin
And the certainty that he won't come back
And the war continues exterminating peace

Cheap is really tough, for a pittance you kill
A while back flying kites, today the toy is the gun
Ambition makes you forget that things are not easy
Without a vest, not even Superman had a steel chest
That's it, it's going to blow up the skulls
The devil tempts, the suffering is for the mothers on November 2nd
My God in heaven didn't want anyone to feel it
Mother's Day receiving as a gift the child at the morgue
Unfortunately bullets rain, mother cries, brains scatter
It's the law of the jungle, each for themselves, whip cracks
Square law, who can more cries less
The more guns in the hands of the kids, more funerals
More disagreement, more wakes, more suffering
More hatred, more missing the child who left early
It's so much more, that you see well, it's a loss
Less warrior equals more crying and less smiling

Skull pierced of a child who's leaving
And another tear falls on his coffin
And the certainty that he won't come back
And the war continues exterminating peace
Skull pierced of a child who's leaving
And another tear falls on his coffin
And the certainty that he won't come back
And the war continues exterminating peace