Quantos murros na ponta da faca?
Tantos tiros dado de graça
Quantas vidas perdidas por farsas?
Quantas? Tantas…
Na vida pra vencer, ou pelo menos tentar
Cada dia merecer, saber esperar
Conquistar, elevar. Trampar, relaxar
Extravasar os meus demônios com canções pra aliviar
Um dia frio, a lua está no céu
Paiol e o fino, debruçado no papel
Pensando em hino, libertem meus heróis
Paz, justiça e liberdade. Vou cantar sempre por nós
Tag de canetão, atividade nas esquinas
Spray com fat-cap, cada gota adrenalina
Se ouvir o assovio. Desce do jeguere
Pique do fumace, evaporando, vou sumindo
Um, dois, nem me viu to saindo
Da dois pra roda ir fluindo
Bateu, já passei, tô tossindo
Chamei no radin o Nicin
Quantos murros na ponta da faca?
Tantos tiros dado de graça
Quantas vidas perdidas por farsas?
Quantas? Tantas…
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SessionDaLarica Lyrics English
How many punches at the tip of the knife?
So many shots given for free
How many lives lost by faras?
How many? So many …
In life to win, or at least try
Every day you deserve, know how to wait
Conquer, raise. Trampar, relax
Extravasate my demons with songs to relieve
A cold day, the moon is in the sky
Paiol and thin, leaning on paper
Thinking of hymn, free my heroes
Peace justice and freedom. I’ll always sing for us.
Tag of cannon, activity in the corners
Spray with fat-cap, every drop adrenaline
If you hear the whistle. Come down from Jeguere
Fumace, evaporating, I’m gonna disappear
One, two, did not even see me
From two to wheel go flowing
I hit, I’ve passed, I’m coughing.
I called Nicin on Radin
How many punches at the tip of the knife?
So many shots given for free
How many lives lost by faras?
How many? So many …
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JotaChina Lyrics – SessionDaLarica