Mágoa Para Elefantes

Why does my tooth grind when I meet the Range Rover gang
They hear what I hear in my HeadPhone
My face reveals a monster, I leave a trail
I don't twist my arm, sir, I don't have the same taste, I stay away

Distant I need to find the source
On the hill bridge, on the monk's mount of gold in the eyes at 11 o'clock
On a rainy day where the light comes from where it doesn't sell
Doesn't come by bus, it's far beautiful and strange

We will always be men with class and refinement
That the classes of bars and bells, teachings taught us
Your hymns and mimes and unique details
Of scenic and cynical, of each teacher

Without adding or subtracting, I'm good at satire
Daring without shooting
nor taking me seriously to the seven seas
Since the seventh grade of the left brain
We cross the millennium secular youth

For all that has this light around the body
Not everything that glitters is gold, but all gold shines
Not all this light lights up what's inside
But everything inside scares me

Healing friend, I duplicate, triple enemy
This body I'm hosting a tenant who lives with me
Wherever I go, I feel followed, it's sinister
Just that, I'm a wild animal wanting to know where I am

The night provided me with premium fuel
I woke up on another level, disoriented
It was midnight, it seemed like a nightmare
No, there's no peace, there's no peace

I saw some pages, read some clauses
It was time for my trial
Intact lies, repressed not to be judged
Hidden in thought

Relentless I find myself thinking about those who have passed away
Some by choice others because the world took them
Take world, tsunami, earth trembles
But please bad energy, make sure you miss me

In this atmosphere I continue to breathe
There's a lie in the air, be careful not to choke it's a fact
That this sound is the content with element X
In the bool there's a rex, for DDT to melt the cortex
No problem, no dilemma and no diploma
In a sincere escape from my shadow

Go, today I got up, caught the gang with Bruno
The ride is in the morning, there will be a meeting with the big shots
At Renato's shack in Taguá there will be a job
I have ideas and some poet friends who barter

And I jump on this trampoline, man I didn't choose
I'm a bum and when I saw it I was already living like this
Disturbed I try not to give a hint
They want to know who painted the zebra, I want the paint

I'm an artist, I told my family, explained to my boss and
Then I fought with my girl's mother
They summon me, but they don't teach me
They try, but a scoundrel is not intimidated

I'm a bitch and this dick is mine, it's sore
But let me lick my own wounds
I consult with the city's drugs
At this point lung cancer is just another possibility

I'm a coward I got lost in time
But I have the courage to live the moment
You want an example?
Take