Life's a kids' song
Life's a kids' song
It was a not-so-funny house
For lack of affection, it had nothing
It even had a roof, a pool, an architect
They just couldn't buy what was missing
Well structured, sometimes crowded
But even packed, it's loneliness
The poet said, what's made of ego
On fools' street, breeds frustration
Yeah), there was another house, a corner of the hood
No paved street, off the standard
Leaky Eternit roof, small, cramped
But if you drop by, there's water for the beans
If Mengão plays, they'll even pay in installments
There'll be meat, beer, soda and charcoal
Coins counted, power always cut
But faith never lacked, they had gratitude
But it was so close to the sky
But it was so close to the sky
How sweet the sleep was there
Even without the best conditions
Everyone could sleep there
Even with only an old mattress
But it was made with lots of love
But it was made with lots of love
Life's a kids' song
Beauties and beasts, castles and cells
Princesses, Pinocchios, good guys and
Yeah, I don't know if that's good or bad
Someone tell me what's real in this world
The shooting at school, the shirt on the clothesline
The villain in the story or the one in the paper
Say why discoveries are lethal?
The monsters turned literal
I used to play cops and robbers a while ago
Today nobody plays anymore
The bullets became real, piercing the Eternit
We still want to play, but blood spoiled the tag
The tale's ending is sad when evil doesn't leave
The boogeyman exists, don't dare play outside, for
Five boys went out to stroll
No drugs, busts, no trouble at all
The police cocked their guns: Bang, bang, bang, bang
But none, none of them came back from there
There were over a hundred shots in this tale with no moral
I don't even know if the big bad wolf story was a myth
Straight from the depths of chaos
I look for my dock in a world of dogs
Humans are mean; deep down, evil's the outcome
Of the choice we hold in our hands
A children's song, for real
But sorry, dude, here Beauty doesn't stay with the Beast
And of course, each one in their own space
Crystal shoes step on bare feet
Rapunzel is indeed beautiful, with her dreads on the balcony
But if the hare comes from Juliet
Even the turtle speeds up
Because yeah it's so hard to explain
And in the ciranda, cirandinha, the siren comes to pat me down
Telling me to turn around without even explaining
From Costa Barros to Guadalupe, a million plots
How do you tell a kid that security is scary?
How do you explain that 80 shots were a mistake?
Carousel of horrors, everything takes you hostage
Reasons to cry, even the ballerina has
The start is already the end of the track
Even Alice realized it wasn't a wonderland
There's something wrong with the world
Don't take your eyes off the hourglass
In short, humans are the planet's cancer
Society is sick and calls the cure square
God writes plans of peace but also gives us the pen
And we, we write life
The cops, the drones, envy and hurt
Money, dispute, blood, the trigger
Cornflakes, mansions, condos and ghettos
Everything's inside out, we failed in the cradle
Our happy ending has to do with the start
Just the start, just the start
For planting to be free, harvesting is the price
Life's a kids' song, see for yourself
We're Pinocchios planting lies
And putting the blame on Geppetto
We need to go back home
Where it was made with a lot of love
Where it was made with a lot of love
(Even having only an old mattress
But it was made with lots of love
But it was made with lots of love)