80 Tiros (Guadalupe Chorou)
Vinny Santa Fé
80 Shots (Guadalupe Cried)
You confuse a drill with a gun
Then confuse an umbrella with a rifle
I don't confuse the black skin
Violated and bloodied
Printed on the headlines of Brazil
You confuse the hardworking citizen
Aim the target and then do as you please
And then another father leaves his son
Another son without his father
And more mourning for women
The world bleeds every day
Due to lack of love
80 shots at the samba musician
Was without mercy or compassion
Who pays the bill every day
Of this oppressive game
Is the citizen
Is the citizen
He went out for a walk
And never came back
Guadalupe cried
He went out for a walk
And never came back
Guadalupe cried
