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Light the french myhrr incense
900gsm cotton, tablecloth
Elegant treatment is the cake of the cherry
Gold napkins, pleasant surprise
To feel good with your guests
Imported cars, offering transfer services
Armored, uniformed security
In Armani suits, the shoes are Louboutin
In gallons, we have Dom Pérignon
Veuve Clicquot to wash your hands
And for your pet dog
We guarantee a little bowl with some Chandon
MC Lon is VIP
Thássia has a blog for the upper-class elite
To have a cult vibe I offer you, as a gift
Refrigerator magnets of Sartre and Nietzsche
Glitter, glamour, La Maison Créole
The system requires a profile like you see on TV
Apologies if I didn't introduce myself
Here is my card, I work at the buffet
 
You think it's a piece of cake, it's all good, it's all a party
The boy on the street you humilliate and hate
You think it's all good, isn't it, it doesn't even affect you
Pay the bill on your credit card for these indigestible people
 
(All that glitters is not gold)
 
The government stimulates and the consumption happens
Mommy of all evil, ignorance only grows
Schools of Economics, help me with this prayer
A minimum wage based on the DIEESE
In front of shopping malls, schedule 'rolêzins'
Discuss affirmative action quotas, world cups and such
The oppressor is silent and the system is a termite
And if I don't exist, why do you demand so much from me?
Papaya cream, liqueur
Rum with biscuit ice cream
Playboys like it and who doesn't want to be happy?
To get some snow they even take it up the dock
It was all a lie, I dreamed it
With you and me there, the two of us
The soul floats, the child wants to drink milk
'Lázaro, someone help us understand'
 
You think it's a piece of cake, it's all good, it's all a party
The boy on the street you humilliate and hate
You think it's all good, isn't it, it doesn't even affect you
Pay the bill on your credit card for these indigestible people
 
You think it's all good
You think it's a piece of cake
 
You think it's all good
You think it's a piece of cake
 
You think it's all good
You think it's a piece of cake
 
You think it's all good
You think it's a piece of cake
 
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Acid Rain

'So the only thing that we want right now is for justice to be done. The whole river's gonna have to be restored.'
 
Mutant fish invading congress
Vomiting pollutants with the printed logo, B and R
Those from the swamps don't forget
The victims perish, families go mad
The giant crab butchering your bodies
Annihilate your families, throw them to the crows
Bizarre oil-powered herons, without pity or pain
Pecking your eyes, flying over fields
A selection of death, morbid thoughts
Reality, flesh and bones
As a human being, I keep on destroying what I can
This lift will only go down, the devil is my associate
They opened (uuh) Pandora's box
Simon says: Leave now!
The rain is spreading, all of the seas
Ouch ouch, ow ouch, it burns
Cellphone batteries, cesium and the likes
The invisible plague maculating the air
Mercury in rivers, diesel in seas
The soil is sterile, it has done its part
Uuh, uuh, save the planet
Candy wrapper on the ground, that's fucked up
The sadistic monster is ahead
Leave this vicious cycle and recycle your mind
My rhyme is voracious, arduous and hot
This creole is crazy and my plans are insane
And the future is in the blink of an eye, are you aware?
That guy is melting
 
They are like, looking at me
Third sector, come here, we have money
They sell the image that they're nice
Swimming backstroke, alligator hugs you
 
They are like, looking at me
Third sector, come here, we have money
They sell the image that they're nice
Swimming backstroke, alligator hugs you
 
In a universe of horrors, tuberculosis
Cancer, tumors, chagas
That the silver doesn't notice
Lives whose respect, they've seen nothing
Crack is nothing, they're destroyng the planet
Soon there will be cows born without tits
In the coffee plantations, cornfields, the plague dominating the harvest
The little water we have will be completely gone
Your bags of money
Won't be able to buy a single glass of Rum
Because they destroyed the sugarcane, that sweetens the sweet
That sweeetens the bitterness of life
Look around and see so much gathered stupidity
Let's stop this
Learn about selective collection of waste
Archeologists, geologists, anthropologists
Be part of our own
Respect and instruction for the people
So they say yes I can, yes I can, hoy, yes I can
Lords of pride
Vultures will eat your guts in the rubble
Clouds forming, drops deteriorating
The warm legs of death little by little
Little by little carrying us
 
They are like, looking at me
Third sector, come here, we have money
They sell the image that they're nice
Swimming backstroke, alligator hugs you
 
They are like, looking at me
Third sector, come here, we have money
They sell the image that they're nice
Swimming backstroke, alligator hugs you
 
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Fencing Dodge

Talking too much sours the gum
Call an ambulance and teach this fool
To respect our principles
There’s more God to give than y’all in a chamberpot
Back in the day, words settled things out
An exchange of ideas
Respect was enough
Money is vile, uncle-managed, virile instincts
The AR-15’s loaded and the boys carry rifles
 
From Grajaú to Curuzú, for the immigration, my people are mules
My inspirations are Black Alien, Ferréz, not Tia Augusta
Minimal, lyrical verse from an oneiric universe
Every crook has an empirical knowledge
Rap is strong, better believe it, 'oui, Monsieur' (Yes, sir)
Perrenoud, Piaget, Sabotá: Enchanté (Enchanted/nice to meet you)
 
It’s 'cause I’m a son of Cearenses
The caatinga punishes and my people have hot blood
Get shipwrecked, follow the north star
By the blessin’s of Father Cícero and the lyrics of Edi Rock
Shutting the lunatics' mouths,
Because those who shower in hatred give off the scent of death
 
Today there’s no mouth to be kissed
There's no soul to be cleansed
There’s no life to be lived
But there’s money to be counted
In a suit and tie, your father to please
Your daughter to take into the world to get lost
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for you
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for
 
Today there’s no mouth to be kissed
There's no soul to be cleansed
There’s no life to be lived
But there’s money to be counted
In a suit and tie, your father to please
Your son to take into the world to get lost
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for you
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for
 
A ball to kick, a country to sink
A generation that doesn’t just want weed to smoke
Milianos, bad smells and disillusion
Each baton is a whip to a trunk
Bushels, Brazilian latifundia
In showers of smoke, only vinegar quenches thirst
New packages for the same old interests
The Right’s hook turned the Left into fish
 
Osiris look after me, keep me away from Diabolyn
You don’t have a motorcycle, you don’t get to be in the photo
Mobylettes with dream motors
He tried to flee, I saw what happened
No helmet, he fell, God's help and carry on
 
It’s the fencing dodge, the forgotten tear
The color of my skin, I know, some criticize it
Because serpents are to apples
What the apple reflects to the media
Abel had a brother
But Cain had the malice
 
Today there’s no mouth to be kissed
There's no soul to be cleansed
There’s no life to be lived
But there’s money to be counted
In a suit and tie, your father to please
Your daughter to take into the world to get lost
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for you
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for
 
Today there’s no mouth to be kissed
There's no soul to be cleansed
There’s no life to be lived
But there’s money to be counted
In a suit and tie, your father to please
Your son to take into the world to get lost
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting for you
It’s heaven, inside hell’s mouth, waiting
 
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Summon your Buddha

Summon your Buddha, the air is tense
Be warned, they're gonna burn the central zone up
'Fools rush in', so the saying goes
This isn't GTA, it's worse, it's Grajaú
No pedigree, I'm crazy
The Hammer of Shango, to honor your tears
Uzi in hand, soldier from the slums
No soul, no pardon, no fear
Rotten city, solitude is poison
The darkness wants more Chandon
Heroes, crack cocaine in the city
In the leaf village, slums are developing
A secret jutsu, Naruto is just a cartoon
Some guys who show up just to try and get laid
Some chicks who show up and get in the way of activists
Change the world from your couch
Post it on Instagram
And if the weed is good, then fuck the ideology
 
Ninjutsu, Oxalá, Capoeira, Jiu-Jitsu
Shiva, Ganesh and Zé Pilin, give balance
To the worker who chases the bread
It's more humiliation than this chorus has room for
 
Ninjutsu, Oxalá, Capoeira, Jiu-Jitsu
Shiva, Ganesh and Zé Pilin, give balance
To the worker who chases the bread
It's more humiliation than this chorus has room for
 
And if you don't resist
And clear out
Give it all to Him
What will happen?
And if you don't resist
And clear out
Give it all to Him
What will happen?
 
Dream in corrosion, it's just scrap
What do you mean, stray bullet? The body fell on the ground
One cigarette hit to death, a depression cirrhosis
If thought is born free, here it is not
No catholic guilt, no wind energy
Death tears the veil, it's gall, come with your rhetoric
Depression is the plague among my own
A perfect plan to sell more of your cars
From the beauty of a people, slums I didn't succumb
My african side, blooming, redeeming myself
The evil angel entices the little boy
And every night someone dies, black or poor around here
 
Ninjutsu, Oxalá, Capoeira, Jiu-Jitsu
Shiva, Ganesh and Zé Pilin, give balance
To the worker who chases the bread
It's more humiliation than this chorus has room for
 
Ninjutsu, Oxalá, Capoeira, Jiu-Jitsu
Shiva, Ganesh and Zé Pilin, give balance
To the worker who chases the bread
It's more humiliation than this chorus has room for
 
And if you don't resist
And clear out
Give it all to Him
What will happen?
And if you don't resist
And clear out
Give it all to Him
What will happen?
 
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There's Still Time

Do you want to know? Then I'll tell you
Why healthy people get sick
Well-fed or not, why they perish
It is all kept away in the mind
What you want doesn't always match with what others feel
I'm talking about attention
That warms the heart
And makes grown men cry
If they miss a simple smile, sometimes just a look
That, if it comes from the wrong person, doesn't count
Friendship is important, but love is so much more
And that which makes you happy also causes pain
The bass drum's cadence with the choir that was forged
And by the way, just between us, even the most misguided person
Takes a break when he realizes he is loved
And people look at each other, and don't talk
They stumble at each other on the streets, and abuse each other
Using the excuse that 'Not even Christ pleased everyone'
Okay, do you really want to compare yourself to the Lord?
 
People aren't evil
They're just lost
There's still time
 
I don't want to see
You sad like this
May my music be able to
Bring you love
 
I don't want to see
You sad like this
May my music be able to
Bring you love
 
I'm not an example, far from it
Just a common citizen, with a will to win
Rap, Rap, what is this energy?
A gift, karma, a debt, a prayer
Sadly there are some who belittle it
There's so much stuff in their head, get out, forget me
No health, no peace, our people perish
In Grajaú, alone, in the freezing cold
Waiting for the bus, going to the Rap event
I remembered someone who's not with us anymore
The Grim Reaper comes, carries our brothers in a hurry
One more star in the sky
One rhymer missing on earth
God always knows what He's doing
Even though I know this, I suffer, go figure
Those who have a sense of things feel the weight of wickedness
The expectance is higher, Intelligence attracts vanity
Those who got carried away are weak, that's the truth
Learn from your mistakes, don't feel like a coward
On the beach, Jesus carried me
I saw a pair of footsteps, didn't understand the obvious
That the burden isn't more than I can carry
If life is a game, then let's win it
 
People aren't evil, brother
They're just lost
There's still time
 
I don't want to see
You sad like this
May my music be able to
Bring you love
 
I don't want to see
You sad like this
May my music be able to
Bring you love
 
So tell me, tell me
The burning question
If Rap is for the good
Then why do so many people get in its way?
With the power of the mind, evil paralizes
The mechanism of the system is to suck your living soul
Your blood, your sweat are just a small detail in it
Acid rain will be much worse than a missile launch
Between heaven and hell, in Grajaú I am
Floating on the hipocrisy of the wolf and of fascism
Ready to rhyme, a madman, Mixed Creole
I'm not black, I'm not white
I'm from Rap, I'm just that
Those who lost their sense for lust are lost
Those who lost their reason for money, I won't even tell you
Health and microphone is the formula I need
Because if Rap is with me, I don't feel excluded
 
People aren't evil
They're just lost
There's still time
 
I don't want to see
You sad like this
May my music be able to
Bring you love
 
I don't want to see
You sad like this
May my music be able to
Bring you love
 
May my music be able to
Bring you love
 
May my music be able to
Bring you love
 
Thank you for reading my translation :3

There's No Such Thing As Love In SP

Versions: #2
There's no such thing as love in SP*
A mystical maze
Where the graffiti yell
There's no way to describe it
In a pretty sentence
On a really sweet postcard
Beware the sweet
São Paulo is a bouquet
Bouquets are dead flowers
In a pretty arrangement
A pretty arrangement made for you
 
There's no such thing as love in SP
The bars are full of deeply empty souls
Greed vibrates
Vanity arouses
Give me back my life and die, drowning in your own sea of gall
Nobody here is going to heaven
 
You don't have to die to see God
You don't have to suffer to know what's best for you
I see a pair of clouds at every debris, at every street corner
Give me a sip of life
You don't have to die to see God
You don't have to die to see God.
 
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Gabriel Moreira™ Unless otherwise stated below, this is an Original Translation - I have put time and effort into it, please contact me before sharing it elsewhere (if you must, give credit and link it back here). - Esta es una traducción original, por favor pedir permiso para usarlo.
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Midnight customer

Midnight
In the middle of the Largo do Arouche
In front of the Flower Market
There's a French restaurant
And there, I waited for you
 
Midnight
In a scourging cold
The candy shop and its sweets
Will always offer
An iridescence of pleasure
 
And there's no way to deny
That the plate on bid
Won't make you salivate
 
In a small room of illusion
My dog that doesn't bark in vain
In the abrasive cold I meditate
Next time I won't be your customer
 
Midnight
In a scourging cold
The candy shop and its sweets
Will always offer
An iridescence of pleasure
 
And there's no way to deny
That the plate on bid
Won't make you salivate
 
In a small room of illusion
My dog that doesn't bark in vain
In the abrasive cold I meditated
Next time I won't be your customer