Pauperrecido

You can be poor as can be
Impoverished, deprived of money
Brazilian proletariat, a very suffering guy
Good at making lemonade with the lemons life gives

You can be the daring one
Unassociated with any party
The most beloved, the preferred
The rejected, the most feared

And you can be whatever you want
You can be victorious
You'll row against the tide, gnaw the bone
To win, you have to be tough, lad
You can be whatever you want

Traveling without a ride
Straight talk, no nonsense in the baggage
I sing poetry with beauty and cunning
You get it, my buddy?
You can be whatever you want

You can be poor as can be
Impoverished, deprived of money
Brazilian proletariat, a very suffering guy
Good at making lemonade with the lemons life gives

You can be the daring one
Unassociated with any party
The most beloved, the preferred
The rejected, the most feared (the most feared)

And you can be whatever you want
You can be victorious
You'll row against the tide, gnaw the bone
To win, you have to be tough, lad
You can be whatever you want

Traveling without a ride
Straight talk, no nonsense in the baggage
I sing poetry with beauty and cunning
You get it, my buddy?
You can be whatever you want

You can be poor, yes
You have to be respected, you can be black, yes
You have to be respected
You can even be an example for your talent, cunning
Win all your battles, choose your side
Tell me, playboy, what's up?
Which side are you on? What do you do in life, cunning?
What's your thing?
The saying: I was born poor, but I wasn't born a fool
With a genius IQ, but stereotyped

(You can be victorious)
You'll row against the tide, gnaw the bone
To win, you have to be tough, lad
You can be whatever you want

Traveling without a ride
Straight talk, no nonsense in the baggage
I sing poetry with beauty and cunning
You get it, my buddy?
(You can be whatever you want) you can be

(Victorious) you'll row against the tide
(Gnaw the bone) to win
You have to be tough, lad
(You can be whatever you want)

Traveling without a ride
Straight talk, no nonsense in the baggage
I sing poetry with beauty and cunning
You get it, my buddy?
You can be whatever you want

And you, cunning one?
Why are you hanging your head?
Raise your head, man!
One day at a time and the sun for everyone
And you can be whatever you want!

You can be poor as can be