Fim da Ditadura

Revolutionary:

"Yo, Valete, the people are preparing a definitive K.O. to America.
There will be a clandestine gathering in Mexico, in Guadalajara
And we want to know if you're coming or not?"

Valete:

I'm Valete, bro, and I've always wanted to be a regicide
Sacrifice life for the oppressed majority
Without counterpart, for the revolution I'm suicidal
Book a one-way ticket for me, I'm leaving

And I go with the anti-Americanism that Mao Tse Tung propagated
With the philanthropy that Plato revolutionized, once
With that Marxism that Trotsky boosted
I'm tired of the slave quarters, bye, I only flirt in Guadalajara

My aversion to imperialism doesn't heal
I don't want fame, nor glory, just give me a Che Guevara T-shirt
Put me on a 7.4.7, Mexico here I come
I travel remembering how the second tower collapsed
After 15 hours of flight, my Boeing landed
Outside the airport, there was a bro who recognized me

"Brother Valete, I came to pick you up for the gathering
Get in the car, you're the only one missing to start the action"

We quickly arrived at the point, so clandestinely
Probably I had never seen so many people in front of me
It was an underground city full of dissidents
Only resistors and fighters in that contingent
I saw Sardat, Saramago, Mia Couto, and Chomsky
I also saw the masterminds of the Nairobi attack
Japanese to avenge Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Fidel Castro, Arafat, Chavez, and Khadafi
Activists from Hamas, Jihad, and Hezbollah
Zapatistas, Taliban, Fatah bombers
All different but with a common goal:
End this dictatorship that America imposed
The thirst for revenge left the entire army operative
They gave the signal for us to gather in a giant room
On the platform was a guy who was elaborating the plan
With a Saudi or Iraqi accent, I just wanted to know who this guy was
He kept everyone focused while he led

(Another Revolutionary) "Yo Valete, it's Bin Laden"

(Valete) "Bin Laden?!?"

Bin Laden
Voice altered without a beard and with a completely modified face
I didn't like him, but he was what America deserved
Radical without diplomacy, just as required
He formulated the perfect plan for the revolution we intended
We had underground tunnels to the city of Alexandria
Hackers blocked information from the NSA and CIA
We had M1's, F 16's, and a lot of artillery, I laughed

Informant

"Information, information.
American military bases worldwide are already controlled by FARC, Al Qaeda, and millions of rebellious civilians.
The aerial attack on the Pentagon is scheduled for 3:36 am.
The bombing attacks will be at 3:42 am
The invasion of the White House will be at 4:28 am
You know what you have to do!"

It was a battalion of rebels to end that arrogance
I was included in the mission Invasion of the White House
Which would be reinforced by the Black Panther movement
I guarantee that America had never seen so much trouble
We went through the tunnel and arrived at noon
Alexandria had Washington as a neighboring city
And when I got there, what I saw was indescribable
America was already burning, surrendered to our onslaught
They were on the defensive, we left troops lifeless
We were just murderers with rage, see the massacre
In another offensive, the UN building had fallen
We dropped a lot of missiles in New York, Carolina
California, Louisiana, Detroit, and Virginia
Georgia, Indiana, Illinois, Pennsylvania, and Kansas
At four and a quarter, everything was already under control
Our soldiers already had the Radio, TV, and the Pentagon
A little while later, Fidel read the statement
"The dictatorship is over" believe it, it's a coup d'état.
And at the door of the White House, I stayed alone with Bin Laden
I told him without hesitation: Let me take out George
He smiled and looked deep into my eyes
He felt secure in my voice and handed me a Kalashnikov
It was just destructive hatred in my head
Showing off the Kalash, giving orders
I was the chosen man to dictate the sentence
Look at my chest held high to avenge the planet
I entered the White House with full morale
Our snipers were taking down the presidential escort, I was walking
On the lower floor from corridor to corridor
Opening door after door looking for that scum
I saw the back door, felt an inner feeling
I opened... finally, Mr. Dictator
Now feel the fear
You will pay for your shit and that of your predecessors
This is for the victims of the wars you manufactured
For the mouths that died from the lack of bread you denied
For the terror you sowed, spread, perpetuated
For the men and women your bombs mutilated
For the sweat of the workers you enslaved
For the soul of this planet you damaged.

(Gunshots)