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«Armação de sonhos» («Armação of dreams»)
A narrow walk, a cramped street, the sea smell at dawn
A light silhouette on the sill, window overlooking covered
Seven floors of concrete shadowing the road
A repeated cycle that reflects on the sidewalk
The fine whitish sand trampled by a country
While the cliff collapses a private beach rises
Youth badly taught, wasting their potential
In three months of work without any ambition
My knee is bruised because of games on that field
I climb the fortress with pride on the emblem I carry
With tears of joy for every goal scored
With a child smile by each day fully enjoyed
The same that walks through a drowned village
In floods that visit at dawn without being invited
It’s the portrait of this colorful Village painted poorly
To the country that takes it all and here leaves nothing
Youths as me are filled of hope
With a future ahead but lacking confidence
Deserving an A, I get a B without a reason
Ignorant is the teacher who takes away the motivation
Projects unrecognized by the people of power
Making history on this street where I see you grow
Don't follow examples that don’t mean anything
Bad companions that can only harm you
It’s the time wasted on cigarettes at a café
Apathy that sickens me from people who claim to have faith
Stupid is the family that keeps you from dreaming
Too blind to see all you have to give
The pleasure you love is pain that you'll cry tomorrow
Get your hands out of your pockets, open the book you ignore
Kick the ball precisely, fly at the rhythm of seagulls
In this Armação of dreams choose your own path