| Cidade Partida (Tradução)In the city everyone talks Violence is a Russian roulette Not choose the victim Everywhere is the same The wrong time, anywhere The world is a garden I am an artist, I am poor, I'm black, I'm father 'm Boss, worker, child I am the victim of a divided city I'm not going to wait my turn I want to walk the streets free I have the right to justice, freedom, protection No more, baby Living in exile, without conscience My heart is peace But do not take any more violence Just my word says enough My whole body says no There is no place for violence Simply, the silence, the cold The blood stains the green hillside of the River Cities are addressing their miséias As anyone who is a plague That does not stop growing While the rich Do not look for it It will always be a pot The pressure explodes Cidade Partida (Tradução) |