Translation of the song lyrics Homem Do Povo - Natiruts, Rodolfo

Homem Do Povo (original)

Tirou a farda e não viu que era um homem do povo
Não consegue perceber é complicado pra sua cabeça
E tome chute na moleira do maluco
Tapa na cara do trabalhador
E pro velho currupto Bom dia doutor
Na falta de crença decrete a falência total
Do mundo real que segue por má influência se apega no mal
Ponha a janta na mesa e convide os homens da defesa
E tire um retrato da sua pobreza espiritual, que tal
Pintura borrada a óleo dísel
Como vou saber se ninguém me avisou
Percepção, segundo me diz o falso rei
Que detém a lei que a arma na mão assegura o bem
Mas rouba o que há no seu coração
They’re crushing the people
With helmets and boots
But GOD blessed the people with NATIRUTS

(translation)

He took off his uniform and didn't see that he was a man of the people
Can't you understand it's complicated for your head
And kick the crazy person's soft spot
Slap in the face of the worker
And to the corrupt old man Good morning doctor
In the lack of belief, declare total bankruptcy
From the real world that follows by bad influence clings to evil
Put dinner on the table and invite the defense men
And take a picture of your spiritual poverty, how about
smudged oil paint
How will I know if no one told me
Perception, according to the false king tells me
Who holds the law that the gun in hand ensures good
But steal what's in your heart
They're crushing the people
With helmets and boots
But GOD blessed the people with NATIRUTS