Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eu Não Sou Santo , by - Exaltasamba. Release date: 31.12.2008
Song language: Portuguese
Eu Não Sou Santo(original) |
| Eu não sou santo |
| Se eu fosse santo estava no altar |
| Um olho no padre e outro na missa, só dando colher de chá |
| Olha eu fazia milagres |
| Ajudava os pobres a ganhar na loteca |
| Dinheiro no morro virava peteca |
| E as favelas eu ia urbenizar |
| E também mandava um mensageiro |
| Ir nas cadeis fazre minha vez |
| Libertava as vítimas dessa elite bandida |
| E os ladrõe de gravata metia no xadrez |
| Eu não sou santo… |
| Eu só não dava colher |
| A fim de comédia que só sabe atrasar |
| Caguete safado eu metia o cacete |
| E em seguida mandava enforcar |
| Sim mas para o bom malandro |
| Que nunca fez e nem faz covardia |
| Ele eu dava toda regalia |
| E só ia na boa pra se adiantar |
| Eu não sou santo… |
| Eu ainda morava no morro |
| Meu barraco teria uma linda capela |
| Onde o povo rezari e acendia vela |
| Construia escola para as crianças estudarem |
| E em seguida mandava fazer um cartório e botava o nome do santo bendito |
| Era preto no branco era tudo bonito |
| E quem fosse amigado era obrigado a casar |
| Eu não sou santo… |
| (translation) |
| I'm not a saint |
| If I were a saint, I would be at the altar |
| One eye on the priest and the other on the mass, just giving a teaspoon |
| Look, I worked miracles |
| Helped the poor to win the lottery |
| Money on the hill turned into shuttlecock |
| And the favelas I would urbanize |
| And he also sent a messenger |
| Going to jails do my turn |
| Free the victims of this bandit elite |
| And the tie thieves got into chess |
| I'm not a saint... |
| I just didn't give a spoon |
| In order to comedy that only knows how to delay |
| Naughty snitch I'd put my dick in |
| And then he ordered to be hanged |
| Yes but for the good trickster |
| Who never did nor does cowardice |
| He I gave every perk |
| And I only went to the good to get ahead |
| I'm not a saint... |
| I still lived on the hill |
| My shack would have a beautiful chapel |
| Where people would pray and light candles |
| Build a school for children to study |
| And then, he would order a registry office and put the name of the blessed saint |
| It was black and white, everything was beautiful |
| And whoever was friends was forced to marry |
| I'm not a saint... |