My heart is pounding! How many times my hope will be tested? All that is there in the air, Bags, underwear flying clogged with money, My money, our money We reserve hard to educate poor children that we, To care free of their health and their parents, This money traveling in the luggage of impunity And I can not anymore. Qquantas times my hope will wait at the pier? It is true that hard times There are to improve the learner, But it is not certain that the lie of evil Brazilian Come break in our nose. My Hearts in the dark, Light is simple, Watered the simple advice of my father, my mother, my grandmother And the righteous who preceded them: Thou shalt not Return the pencil classmate This pointer is not yours, my daughter. Well, it got to me, With the trusty old faith of my suffering people, So now Im going to screw: More honest even I will stay. Just kidding! They will say: Do not be silly, since Cabral here worldwide steals And I will say: No matter, this will be my carnival, I will trust over and over again. I, my brother, my son and my friends, We will pay clean whom we must And receive clean our customer. Over time we can be free, Ethical and escambau. They will say: It is useless, everyone here is corrupt, Since the first man from Portugal. I will say: Not admit, my hope is immortal. I repeat, you hear? IMMORTAL! I know you can not change the start But if we want to, Will take to change the ending!
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 08:21:42 +0000
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