Diário De Um Detento Lyrics in English Racionais MC's
Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Diário De Um Detento by Racionais MC's from Portuguese to English.
São Paulo, October first, 1992
Eight in the morning
Here I am, another day
Under the bloodthirsty gaze of the guard
You don't know what it's like to walk
With your head in the sights of an HK
German or Israeli machine gun
Shreds thieves like paper
On the wall, standing, another citizen José
Serving the State, a good PM
Goes hungry, acting like Charles Bronson
He knows what I desire
Knows what I think
The day is rainy, the atmosphere is tense
Several tried to escape, I want to as well
But from one to a hundred, my chance is zero
Did God hear my prayer?
Did the judge accept the appeal?
Sending a message to my brother
If he's using drugs, he's in trouble with me
He's still with that girl
Believe me, the kid is cool
Took off a day, or maybe added one, who knows
Doesn't matter, the days are all the same
Light a cigarette, watch the day go by
Kill time so it doesn't kill me
Man is man, woman is woman
Rapist is different, right?
Gets punched all the time, kneels and kisses feet
And bleeds until dying on street 10
Each inmate has a mother, a belief
Each crime a sentence
Each sentence a reason, a story of tears
Blood, lives, and glories, abandonment, misery, hatred
Suffering, contempt, disillusion, the passage of time
Mix this chemistry well
There you have a new inmate
Laments in the corridor, in the cell, in the yard
Around the field, in every corner
But I know the system, my brother, huh
There are no saints here
Rat-a-tat-tat, I need to avoid
Some scumbag making my mom cry
My word of honor protects me
To live in the land of beige pants
Tick, tock, it's still nine forty
The prison clock moves in slow motion
Rat-a-tat-tat, another subway will pass
With good people, in a hurry, Catholic
Reading the newspaper, content, hypocritical
Angry inside, heading to downtown
Looking over here, curious, of course
No, it's not, it's not the zoo
My life isn't worth as much
As your cellphone, your computer
Today, it's tough, the sun didn't come out
No visits today, no soccer
Some comrades have weaker minds
Can't handle the boredom, start twitching
Thanks to God and the Virgin Mary
Just a year, three months, and a few days left
There's a closed cell upstairs
Since Tuesday, no one opens it for anything
Just the smell of death and Pine-Sol
A prisoner hanged himself with a sheet
What happened? Who knows? Doesn't matter
Was gonna take out a few more from end to end
Nothing makes a man sicker
Than being abandoned by relatives
Hey kid, tell me: so, what do you want?
The spot is waiting for you
Grab all your imported goods
Your criminal resume and wipe your ass
The thug life has no future
Your face turns pale on this side of the wall
Ever heard of Lucifer?
Who came from Hell with authority
One day in Carandiru, now he's just another one
Eating sour food with pneumonia
Here are guys from Osasco, Jardim D'Abril
Parelheiros, Mogi
Jardim Brasil, Bela Vista, Jardim Angela
Heliópolis, Itapevi, Paraisópolis
A good thief has respect in the hood
But to the State, he's just a number, nothing more
Nine pavilions, seven thousand men
Costing three hundred reais per month, each
On the last visit, the dude came by
Brought some fruits, Marlboro, Free
Heard a crook from the area came back
With a red Kadett, plate from Salvador
Acting all big shot, he insults, he abuses
With a nine millimeter under his shirt
Hey dude, come here, where are the guys at?
Remember that punk who tried to kill me?
That bastard is a coward, a wimp
Got too high and left the girl alone
The girl was a virgin and still underage
Now she gives head in exchange for coke!
These talks bother me
If I'm on the street, it's tough
Yeah, the world spins, it could come here
Not Charles, my trial is there
I want to change, I want to get out
If I run into that guy, no ifs, ands, or buts
And I'll have to sign a one twenty-one
Dawned sunny, October second
Everything running, cleaning, jumbo
In the wee hours, I felt a chill
Not from the wind, not from the cold
Settling scores almost every day
Another one coming up soon, I knew
Loyalty is what every prisoner tries
To achieve peace, violently
If a scumbag screws someone over
Gets punched in the face like Frankenstein
Smoke in the window, fire in the cell
Screwed up, went beyond, if boom!, there's a hostage
Most got involved
By five or six who have nothing to lose
Two considered thieves started arguing
But didn't imagine what was to come
Traffickers, murderers, swindlers
A majority of inexperienced kids
It was the opening the system wanted
Notify the morgue, the big day has arrived
Depends on the yes or no of one man
Who prefers to stay neutral over the phone
Rat-a-tat-tat, caviar and champagne
Fleury went to lunch, screw my mom!
Killer dogs, tear gas
Who kills more thieves gets a prize medal!
Human life is disposable in Brazil
Like used pads or steel wool
Prison? Of course the system didn't want
Hides what the soap opera doesn't show
Rat-a-tat-tat! blood spurts like water
From the ear, mouth, and nose
The Lord is my shepherd
Forgive what your son did
Died face down in Psalm 23
No priest, no reporter
No weapon, no help
Will catch HIV from the dog's mouth
Corpses in the well, in the inner yard
Adolf Hitler smiles in hell!
The government's Robocop is cold, feels no pity
Just hatred and laughs like a hyena
Rat-a-tat-tat, Fleury and his gang
Will swim in a pool of blood
But who will believe my testimony?
October third, diary of an inmate
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