| Painted for battle with dirt, tar and coal
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| I listen to the sound of waterfall on avenida São João
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| I follow the direction of the forest on the Viaduto do Chá
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| In the concrete jungle, I'm ready to fight
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| I'm tired of hunger, of crack
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| From miséria and from cachaça
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| I'm tired of being humiliated
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| I am the messenger of doom
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| I'm tired of hunger, of crack
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| From miséria and from cachaça
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| I'm tired of being humiliated
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| I am the messenger of doom
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| I see my ancestors, I will avenge my brothers
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| Those who are burned while sleeping on the floor
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| I hear the sound of birds, I will avenge my sisters
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| Those who are raped in the morning light
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| I'm tired of hunger, of crack
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| From miséria and from cachaça
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| I'm tired of being humiliated
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| I am the messenger of doom
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| I'm tired of hunger, of crack
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| From miséria and from cachaça
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| I'm tired of being humiliated
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| I am the messenger of doom
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| Going up the stairs of the Municipal Theater
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| Painted with word, earth and newspaper ink
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| Walking against the cars and planes on the marginal
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| Blind hope will not deliver me from evil
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| I'm tired of hunger, of crack
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| From miséria and from cachaça
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| I'm tired of being humiliated
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| I am the messenger of doom
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| I'm tired of hunger, of crack
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| From miséria and from cachaça
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| I'm tired of being humiliated
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| I am the messenger of doom |