You are listening to Naturalidade EP, punk
Tune in, bandit
Full of hate, kid
I'm furious
Oh
Come, come

This hate in my chest formed wrinkles on my face
I hate taking pictures, I'm always with the same closed face

On the wave of the strong stuff
I want to stay on the street, I don't want to go back home
Can I sleep at your place?

In the early morning looking at the moon, wandering through these streets
I'm envying the stars

Dude, I just want to be one
Son of the evil of the streets

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