| The streets are dead, ghosts and echoes
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| They bring you flowers, dovyazy fits of laughter
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| Farewell to you is a forum from a disco
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| The same hip-hop, where are you? |
| (where are you?)
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| Sterile walls around and dancing in the club
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| How are you, my friend, they say you died
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| Let's go straight, in essence
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| How is he there (himself there), where are our people?
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| Everyone needs only one
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| Everything can be contained in this one
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| Shit happens and it's rock
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| Everything then and then into the coffin
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| The same hip-hop, DJ from vinyl
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| The same hip-hop with a can of beer
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| The same hip-hop with recitative
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| So that the poetry of the word embraces everyone
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| ODOSTREET, her
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| E-yo, motherfucker, e
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| The same, the same, the same, the same, the same
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| Same, same, same, same, same (yo, what?)
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| The same hip-hop, DJ from vinyl
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| The same hip-hop with a can of beer
|
| The same hip-hop with recitative
|
| So that the poetry of the word embraces everyone
|
| The same hip-hop, DJ from vinyl
|
| The same hip-hop with a can of beer
|
| The same hip-hop with recitative
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| So that the poetry of the word embraces everyone
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| E, Moura, yes, yes
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| One whole, e, e |