Filho do Dono
Zezinho Barros
Owner's Son
I'm not a prophet, nor a missionary
But the diary of this world is evident
A traveler in the steering wheel of destiny
I'm just another thread of the scissors and razor
Living life, I shoot verses out of the hat
Cry, guitar, in this loveless world
Inequality rhymes with hypocrisy
There's no verse or poetry to soothe so much pain
Nature mixes in the smoke
The creature dies and the planet feels the pain
The despair in a child's eyes
Humanity closes its eyes to not see
Fantasy and violence on TV
Crime increases and hunger grows in power
An ox drinks mud when thirsty
A dry belly doesn't bring sleep
I'm not the owner of the world
But I'm guilty because I'm the owner's son
An ox drinks mud when thirsty
A dry belly doesn't bring sleep
I'm not the owner of the world
But I'm guilty because I'm the owner's son
