Canção Infantil [English translation]

It was a rather dull house

It lacked love, so it was kind of empty

Even though it had a ceiling, a pool, an architect

There was no budget left for that missing thing

It was well built, and even full of people sometimes

But even full, it felt lonely

"What is made of ego", the poet used to say,

"on the street of the fools, turns into frustration"

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hmm, hmm, hmm

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hmm, hmm, hmm

Yeah, there was another house, in the outskirts

By a dirty path, a weird one

Broken roof, small and narrow

But still, there's water for the beans

You can go in and watch the game, if you want

There will be meat, beer, soda and coal

Only a few coins, can't pay the bill

But they would keep faith, they were grateful

Yeah, yeah, yeah

But it was close to the Heavens

Yeah, yeah, yeah

But it was close to the Heavens

Oh, how sweet it was to sleep there

(Oh, how sweet it was to sleep there)

Even though they were in a not-so-good condition

(Even though they were in a not-so-good condition)

Everyone could sleep just fine

(Everyone could sleep just fine)

Even though they had just one old mattress

(Even though they had just one old mattress)

But it was built with a lot of love

But it was built with a lot of love

Life's a nursery rhyme

No, I'm not kidding

Think about it. You see it now?

Beauties and beasts, castles and cages

Princesses, Pinocchio, good boys and

Well, I don't know if this is good or not

Can someone explain me what in this world is real

The crossfire by the school, the shirt hanging outside

The villain in the tale or that one in the newspaper

Tell me, why are findings so lethal?

Why have the monsters become so literal

I used to play "cops and robbers" some time ago

Nobody plays it anymore

It has become too realistic

The bullets have become real, they pass through the roof

We still want to play, but the fun is stained by the blood

The happy ending is not so happy when there's still evil by the end

The bugaboo exists, don't you dare play outside 'cause

Fives boys went out to play

They carried nothing, white-handed, did no shit

The cops pulled the trigger: bang!

But no one, not a single one of them returned

More than a hundred shots in this tale with no moral lessons

I am not even sure if this wolf in the woods is a myth anymore

Straight from the chaos I search for my harbor in the world of demons

Humans are evil, deep inside, the evilness is the result of what we choose

It really is a nursery rhyme

But I'm sorry, man, in this one the Beauty doesn't stay together with the Beast

Obviously, one should take care care of oneself

The little glass slipper steps on the bare feet

Sure, Rapunzel is pretty, with her dreads on the balcony

But if the Hare comes wearing a Juliet, even the turtle hurries up

Because it is indeed hard to explain

And the cops surround me, like a ring-a-ring-a-roses

Telling me to empty my pockets full of posies

From Costa Barros a Guadalupe, a issue, a issue

How do I explain to a child that we are afraid of the guards?

How do I explain that eighty shots were by mistake?

Oh eighty shots, eighty shots, oh

A house of horrors, everything takes you as hostage

Reasons to cry, even the ballerina has it

Every starting point is a ending point

Even Alice thought it was no Wonderland

There's something wrong with the world

Don't take off watch of the hourglass

Humanity is, in short, our planet's tumor

Our society is sick and judges by the color, the face

God writes plans of peace, but He also lends us the pen

And we, we write life, iPhones, hunger and thirstiness

Men, drone, jealousy and sorrow

The money, the dispute, the blood, the trigger

Frosted flakes, mansions, house complex and alleys

Everything is inside out, we had a bad start

Our happy ending has something to do with the first chapter

Only the beginning, the beginning

For a free cultivation, the harvest is the price

Life's a nursery rhyme, see it by yourself

We are Pinocchios, we plant lies and we blame Gepetto

We need to go back home

Where it was built with a lot of love

Where it was built with a lot of love

(Even though they had just one old mattress)

But it was built with a lot of love

But it was built with a lot of love

• Artist:César MC