A cry
A cry

Crime takes over the city
Society blames the authorities

The official chief traveled to the Pantanal
Because here the violence is too much

And there he found an old Indian who wore a thong
And smoked a peace pipe

The president took a hit from the pipe and when it was time
To return to the capital he got lazy

He exchanged his suit for the thong and appointed
The old Indian as the minister of justice

And the new minister arriving in the city
Found that tribe too violent

He saw that every pale face lived behind bars
And called the TV and the newspapers

And said "Indian arrived bringing news
Indian brought the peace pipe"

Sea breeze, feel the sea breeze
Sea breeze, uuhu

Erase the smoke from the revolver, from the pistol
Send the smoke from the pipe to the head

Light it, pull it, hold it, pass it
Indian wants pipe, Indian wants to make smoke

Everyone tries the pipe of the forest
They say it's good
They say it's not good

They want to ban it, they want to legalize it
And the controversy reached the congress

All this must be to avoid competition
Because it's not Hollywood but it's a success

The peace pipe made the people more peaceful
But the smoke ran out because there were only eighty kilos

And the people applauded when the Indian left for the jungle
And promised to return with a ton

But when he returned "it got dirty"!
The federal police prepared a trap

"The peace pipe is banned, get in the truck vagabond

Let's go to the police station, eh eh, Indian is screwed
Because there the stick is going to hit!"

Sea breeze, feel the sea breeze
Sea breeze, uuhu

Erase the smoke from the revolver, from the pistol
Send the smoke from the pipe to the head

Light it, pull it, hold it, pass it
Indian wants pipe, Indian wants to make smoke

In the police station there were only addicts and delinquents
Each one with a vice and a different case

A drunkard stabbed the bar owner
Because he didn't sell liquor on credit

And a man drank too much whiskey
Woke up with a transvestite and killed the poor thing

A gambling addict bet his wife
Lost the bet and she was kidnapped
There were so many occurrences, so much violence
That the Indian didn't understand anything

He saw that the police chief smoked a stinky cigar
And lit a "peace" one to relax

But when he went to take a little hit
He got a violent slap and a kick in that place

He was sent to prison and on the way he watched
An accident caused by too much beer

A young woman who drank too much
Ran over a priest and the bride and groom
At the church door

And for the Indian nothing makes sense anymore
With so many drugs
Why is only his pipe banned?

Sea breeze, feel the sea breeze
Sea breeze, uuhu

Erase the smoke from the revolver, from the pistol
Send the smoke from the pipe to the head
Light it, pull it, hold it, pass it
Indian wants pipe, Indian wants to make smoke

In the penitentiary an "outlaw Indian"
Met the real criminals

Entering, leaving and returning
Each time more dangerous for society
Hey, buddy, there's a lottery going on in prison
To reduce overcrowding

Every month some prisoners have to be executed
And this time the Indian was one of the chosen ones

And he tried to calm the other prisoners
"Hold on, let's smoke a little peace pipe"

They started to laugh
And beat the old Indian until they couldn't anymore
And before he died he thought
"This tribe is too backward
They want to end violence
But peace is against the law and the law is against peace"

And the Indian's pipe was still banned
But if you want to buy it, it's easier than bread
Nowadays it is sold
By the same criminals who killed the old Indian in prison

Sea breeze, feel the sea breeze
Sea breeze, uuhu

Erase the smoke from the revolver, from the pistol
Send the smoke from the pipe to the head
Light it, pull it, hold it, pass it
Indian wants pipe, Indian wants to make smoke

Sea breeze, feel the sea breeze
Sea breeze, uuhu

Erase the smoke from the revolver, from the pistol
Feel the sea breeze
Sea breeze

Indian wants pipe, Indian wants to make smoke
Erase the smoke from the revolver, from the pistol

Feel the sea breeze,
Light it, pull it, hold it, pass it (uuhu)
Erase the smoke from the revolver, from the pistol

Feel the sea breeze
Sea breeze
Indian wants pipe, Indian wants to make smoke
Erase the smoke from the revolver, from the pistol

Send the smoke from the pipe to the head
Light it, pull it, hold it, pass it
Indian wants pipe, Indian wants to make smoke

Erase the smoke from the revolver, from the pistol
Send the smoke from the pipe to the head
Light it, pull it, hold it, pass it
Indian wants pipe, Indian wants to make smoke

Erase the smoke from the revolver, from the pistol
Send the smoke from the pipe to the head

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