Amor Incendiário

When I came across
I was so close
Running from molotov
Riot police behind me
When I saw you
Manifesting your grace
Throwing stones at the bank
Crying out, breaking the glass
You on the road

And I doubting the paths of this early morning
I missed the tram, the fare was expensive
From Osasco to Jabaquara
Just to see your face
And I walked revolting the paths that life narrated
I poured all the energy I have into the game, feel the weight and move on
And if I told you how I traced my path
Looking at the needs, I flee from the atrocities
The world is a grind

And if I noticed the disguised way they walk alone
I realize it right away but forget it
It will give me a headache, a hangover from wine
Put your hair to the side
Bucket hat, shoes on
It's Friday, I'm pissed off
In a lowered Chevette, listening to Duda Marapé
Hair to the side
Flying low through Nhocuné
It's Friday, I'm pissed off
In a lowered Chevette, listening to Duda Marapé
On the way I struggled
Recycled time because time was killing me
I was in January but September was on Wednesday
Time doesn't stop, life holds me back
And I narrated
On the CPTM tracks, pen in hand
I searched in the cubicles for stagnant poetry
That time erases, that time erases
Bololololô lololô we don't fail
We are satisfied with winning this battle
With necessary rhyme, immediate action
I remember the concepts that Sabota passed on to me
Bololololô lololô we don't fail

I escaped the common sense to highlight these things
With necessary rhyme, immediate action
Poetic guerrilla, faction is ready
When I came across
I was so close
Running from molotov
Riot police behind me
When I saw you
Manifesting your grace
Throwing stones at the bank
Crying out, breaking the glass