I am from the city with everything you see
With its noise, with its people, it consumes age
And I can't avoid, the smoke that comes in today
But I keep growing, I'm another coal
I'm not going to imagine, the sorrow in others
I buy air and if it's pure, I pay much more
I'm not going to tolerate, that they no longer have faith
That they lower their arms, that there is no lucidity

I'm leaving, flying around
And I am, convinced to go
I'm leaving, whistling and without bad blood
And I am, letting go of the smell

I met people, who know how to value
That as tourists in the capital, they have known how to wander
And has not finally faced the harsh reality
Of breathing soot, of crying tar
And I start to age, sweating my truth
Raised to cough, with a lot of variety
And where to end up, carrying my smell
We should walk naked to feel better

I'm leaving, flying around
And I am, convinced to go
I'm leaving, whistling and without bad blood
And I am, letting go of the smell (hey)

I am from the city with everything you see
With its noise, with its people, it consumes age
And I can't avoid, the smoke that comes in today
But I keep growing, I'm another coal
I'm not going to imagine, the sorrow in others
I buy air and if it's pure, I pay much more
I'm not going to tolerate, that they no longer have faith
That they lower their arms, that there is no lucidity

I'm leaving, flying around
And I am, convinced to go
I'm leaving, whistling and without bad blood
And I am, letting go of the smell

I'm leaving, flying around
And I am, convinced to go
I'm leaving, whistling and without bad blood
And I am, letting go of the smell

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