đĄI want to leave the lyrics and link to this song in its entirety because I think this Brazilian rap movement has perhaps not been portrayed in the media in many countries and, to be frank, I don't know approximately where all these people are in the group. they are from đ đ but I'll ask at a better time. I looked up the best English translation I could, but it was originally Portuguese. đGood afternoon hug and kiss.
"Reality is very sad.
But it is in the dirty underworld
The underworld where crime persists
Taking the train is risky
The working man has no choice
So face that train full of people
You don't know who's who, that's just the way it is.
Might be a thief, might not be a thief
It's all right if it's for me
If you're a cop, be smart ZĂ©
Cause the law covers you
You'll get a punch if you want it
The smell is bad from end to end
But still it's usually the same
What predominates is marijuana
And thousands of all kinds
In the morning, in the neurosis, how
It can be a beautiful day
Doors open even when you're running
Crowded to the ceiling is always
My brother will see
I've been there, I know, I've been there
It's the train that's so, I've been there, I know, I've been there
I've been there, I know, I've been there
Suburb to die, I'm gonna say it's smooth
Suburb to die for, I'm gonna say (it's smooth)
And now turn it on, can you believe it (it's for the record, yeah?).
All caution is not enough, because (a touch)
Suburb to die for, I'm gonna say (it's soft).
Check it out, it's good to know (it's soft)
And now turn it on, you can believe it (it's for the record, yeah?)
All caution's not enough, 'cause (a touch)
A suburb to die for, I'm gonna say.
Every day the same people
Are always walking, traveling
Surfing, rather, without fear
Lots of crazy people, hot movement
Lots of kids to sell,
Come to buy, this is where it's sold
Who says he's a surfer, he is one
So get up, I've got a lot of faith, this is how it is
If you fall you're gonna fall
I remember a brother, he was a pain in the ass
He went up, he went down on the train, he smiled
For two years I've been coming from Barra Funda every day
On top of the train with the brothers
Surfers, that's what they're popularly called
He got up and leaned on that cable
He got a shock
But so strong that he didn't even feel it, it was the clouds.
He's with God, brother Biro knows
Suburb to die, I'm gonna say it's soft
And I pray to OxalĂĄ and then
Will always keep us
Give us the strength to fight, I know I'll need it
On the train, my good man, it's so, it is what it is
So hundreds sit and
Thousands stand
And at every station, there's to watch
Attention to the FP's
The people's train goes up and down
After that, the train is gone
But what is this? Strange
And several times I've seen
Workers at the gate getting a rubber stamp.
Crumpled lunch boxes, uniforms, is this the law?
Look at you, you're dogs, you just want to humiliate every time.
It happened last year in Perus
A madman was at peace, no duty
He was walking along the railroad tracks, yes, about a hundred yards away
From that station, pay attention, repression
According to witnesses there I heard
He was killed, but it was not publicized
And no one is, no one saw
The deaths on the Santos-Jundiai railroad
And no one cares, Osasco-Itapevi,
From BrĂĄs to Mogi or Tamanduatei
It's the train that's so, I've been, I know, I've been
I've been there, I know, I've been there
Suburb to die, I'll say it's easy"â
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