I just want to be happy
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Walking peacefully in the favela where I was born is
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And being able to be proud
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And be aware that the poor have their place
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Faith in God… DJ
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I just want to be happy
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Walking peacefully in the favela where I was born is
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And being able to be proud
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And be aware that the poor have their place
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But I just want
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Is to be happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
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Where I was born
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ham…
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And being able to be proud
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And be aware
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That the poor has its place
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My dear authority, I don't know what to do anymore
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With so much violence I feel afraid of living
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Because I live in the favela and I am very disrespected
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Sadness and joy here go hand in hand
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I say a prayer for a protective saint
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But I am interrupted by machine-gun fire
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While the rich live in a big and beautiful house
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The poor is humiliated, carved up in the favela
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I can't take this wave of violence anymore
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I only ask for authority a little more than competence
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I just want to be happy
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Walking peacefully in the favela where I was born is
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And being able to be proud
|
And be aware that the poor have their place
|
But I just want
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Is to be happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
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Where I was born
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ham…
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And being able to be proud
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And be aware
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That the poor has its place
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Fun nowadays we can't even think
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Because until then at the dance they come to humiliate us
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Staying there in the square, which was all so normal
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Now, local violence has become fashionable
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Innocent people, who have nothing to do with
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Today they are losing their right to live
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I've never seen a postcard that highlights a favela
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I only see a very beautiful and very beautiful landscape
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Whoever goes outside the favela feels homesick
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The gringo comes here and doesn't know reality
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Go to the South Zone to discover coconut water
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And the poor in the favela, lives with suffocation
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They exchanged the presidency, a new hope
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I suffered in the storm, now I want the calm
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The people have the strength, they just need to find out
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If they don't do anything there, we'll do everything from here
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I just want to be happy
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Walking peacefully in the favela where I was born is
|
And being able to be proud
|
And be aware that the poor have their place
|
Fun nowadays… no way
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Because until then at the dance they come to humiliate us
|
Staying there in the square, which was all so normal
|
Now, local violence has become fashionable
|
Innocent people, who have nothing to do with
|
Today they are losing their right to live
|
I've never seen a postcard in which a favela stands out
|
I only see a very beautiful and very beautiful landscape
|
Whoever goes outside the favela feels homesick
|
The gringo comes here and doesn't know reality
|
Go to the South Zone to discover coconut water
|
And the poor in the favela, suffocating
|
They exchanged the presidency, a new hope
|
I suffered in the storm, now I want the calm
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The people have the strength, they just need to find out
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If they don't do anything there, we'll do everything from here |