Sr. Presidente Lyrics in English Projota

Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Sr. Presidente by Projota from Portuguese to English.
Verse 1
We pay to be born
Pay to have a home
Verse 1
Pay to lose
We pay to win
Verse 1
Pay to live
Pay to dream
Verse 1
We pay to die
And the kid pays to bury
Verse 1
We have the will
But nowhere to work
Verse 1
We have justice
But only for those who can pay
Verse 1
We have courage
But no strength to fight
Verse 1
So we leave home
Not knowing if we'll be back
And then you come
To grab what's our right
Crime ain't crime anymore
When it's a crime well done
Living like this
Is something I don't accept
Meanwhile the people cry
With nowhere to live
But there's a flame lit
Inside the chest
Because we just can't
Keep living like this
When the people explode
It'll be just cause and effect
An effect that fills my lungs
And gives me strength to sing
Mr. President, this country's sick
Our people can't take it anymore
Mr. President, how do you feel
Seeing the line at our hospitals?
Mr. President, I even wish we
Could understand each other but don't know how
'Cause tonight
Another boy on the back street is gone
Verse 2
This is my country
So pretty it has no hurricane
Verse 2
Of a people still orphaned
By the nation's father
Verse 2
Of a single-mother homeland
To its population
Verse 2
Where wages are worth less
Than the price of bread
Verse 2
A street kid sleeps
Resting his feet
Verse 2
Traveling to the moon
In a ten-buck baggie
Verse 2
Beloved yet unloved homeland
By unfaithful children
Verse 2
Tell me who rules you
And I'll tell you who you are
And then you come
To grab what's our right
Crime ain't crime anymore
When it's a crime well done
Living like this
Is something I don't accept
Meanwhile the people cry
With nowhere to live
But there's a flame lit
Inside the chest
Because we just can't
Keep living like this
When the people explode
It'll be just cause and effect
An effect that fills my lungs
And gives me strength to sing
Mr. President, this country's sick
Our people can't take it anymore
Mr. President, how do you feel
Seeing the line at our hospitals?
Mr. President, I even wish we
Could understand each other but don't know how
Don't know how, I don't know
'Cause tonight
Another boy on the back street is gone
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SONG MEANING

Ever felt like every breath comes with a price tag? Projota turns that frustration into poetry in Sr. Presidente. Line after line, he tallies up the absurd fees of Brazilian life: you pay to be born, to dream, even to die, while work, justice, and safety stay locked behind VIP doors. With sharp irony he calls out leaders who pocket the nation’s future, leaving children on the streets and hospital lines that stretch into despair.

Yet this is more than a protest anthem; it is a spark. Projota warns that when hope and anger finally collide, the people will erupt – simple cause and effect. Amid the criticism shines a stubborn love for his “beautiful country without hurricanes,” a place he believes can change if voices keep rising. The song is a rallying cry that turns outrage into fuel, inviting listeners to sing along and keep that inner flame burning.

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