Pianista da Rua 6

Light passing rain
Everything that God didn't give me
Bring the Sun and a good place

Where the Sun rose
Where the kite stopped
Wooden gate at the second house
Leisure without a pool
Improvised house
The kid grew up in the Sun of the slum
Who believed in what was fear
Killed envy and its secrets
Realized the genius of the mirror that fulfills his desires

Attitude and faith, faith, faith
And is making history climbing the hill
Jumped from M7, went to a yellow Porsche
From inside the shack, observed from the window
And saw that the most expensive life is not always the most beautiful, and went

Prosperity departed
It's that the cone only rolls with the real ones
Damn! Who wasn't there with us in the dark
Maybe didn't even suffer
Didn't see the day the slum won
The day the slum won!
The day the slum won!

Do you know when the slum wins?
You can't even imagine
But it's when you absorb what pain teaches
It's when the tears from your eyes become a vaccine
If life puts obstacles in your way, you go over them

But the pains have passed
The scars remain
Spring, the colors
Loves are pillars
I understand if it doesn't work out, the important thing is that you tried
Don't lose your faith
It's what makes you a winner

To prosper is a word you've heard before
But what's really tough is what it did to those who didn't give up
From the discredited that the system destroyed
Serves as an example of how the slum succeeded
(How the slum succeeded)

Light passing rain
Everything that God didn't give me
Bring the Sun and a good place
To celebrate the day the slum won
The day the slum won!
The day the slum won!