80 Tiros (Guadalupe Chorou)

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