Weekend in the Park

The weekend has arrived, everyone wants fun
Just joy, we're in summer, month of January
São Paulo, south zone
Everyone at ease, heat, blue sky
I want to enjoy the sun
Meet up with the buddies for some basketball
No worries
I'm an hour away from my neighborhood
Soon, I want to see everyone in peace

One, two, three cars on the sidewalk
Happy and lively, all the rich kids
The garages open, they wash the cars
Waste the water, they have a party
Various styles, vagabonds, motorcycles
Rich old man, open mouth, favorite bait

In fluorescent green, smiling, tanned
Circulating as always
The gang of playboys from Guarujá
Many guys forget, in mine it doesn't grow
That's how I am and I'm cool, even if you take it the wrong way
Malicious and realistic, that's me, Mano Brown

Give me four good reasons not to be
Look at my people in the favelas and you'll see
From here I see a brand new car
Fully equipped and an old man driving

With his kids beside him, they're going to the park
Euphoric, electronic toys
Automatically I imagine
The kids from the area, how are they doing
Probably running here and there
Playing soccer barefoot on dirt streets
Yeah, they play however they can

Shouting swear words, that's their way
They don't have video games and sometimes not even a TV
But they all have a gift, Saint Cosmas and Saint Damian
The only protection

Last Christmas, Santa Claus hid a toy
Silver, shining in the bushes
A little 10-year-old boy found the present
It was made of iron with 12 bullets in the clip
The end of the year was better for many people

They would also like to have bicycles
To see their dad jogging like an athlete
They like going to the park and having fun
And for someone to teach them how to drive
But they just want peace, and even so, it's a dream
Weekend in Santo Antônio Park

Let's go for a walk in the park
Let the boy play
Weekend in the park
Let's go for a walk in the park
I'll pray for it not to rain this Sunday

Look at that club, how cool
Look at that court, look at that field, look
Look at all the people
There's an ice cream shop, cinema, hot pool
Look at all the boys, look at all the girls
There's a go-kart race, you can see
It's just like what I saw on TV yesterday

Look at that club, how cool
Look at the little black boy seeing everything from outside
He doesn't even remember the money he has to bring
His dad, really drunk, shouting inside the bar
He doesn't even remember yesterday, today, and the future
He just dreams through the wall

Thousands of houses piled up
Dirt streets, this is the hill, my area awaits me
Shouting at the fair (we're arriving)
You can believe I like this, more human warmth

In the periphery, the joy is the same
It's almost noon, the euphoria is general
That's where my brothers, my friends live
And most around here look like me
And I'm also the big shot, the one in charge
The people have been at the samba since 10 in the morning
Pay attention to the beat and attention to the chord
(How is it, Mano Brown?)
You know, in order

The number, number 1 in low income in the city
Community, south zone, yeah, dignity
There's a body on the big staircase, the lady comes down the hill
Police, death, police, help
Here I don't see any sports club
For the kids to attend, no incentive
The investment in leisure is very scarce
The community center is a failure
But hey, if you want to destroy yourself, you're in the right place
There's always alcohol and cocaine nearby
At every corner, 100, 200 meters
It's not always good to be smart

Schmidt, Taurus, Rossi, Dreher, or Campari
Pleasant pronunciation, inevitable damage
Foreign names that are in our midst to kill
S H I T
As if it were yesterday, I still remember
7 o'clock Saturday
December 4th
A bullet, a motorcycle with 2 idiots
They killed our buddy who made the hill happiest
And indirectly still does, brother Rogério, be at peace
Watching from above
The kids from Parque Regina

Let's go for a walk in the park
Let the boy play
Weekend in the park
Let's go for a walk in the park
I'll pray for it not to rain this Sunday

I'm tired of this crap
Of all this nonsense
Alcoholism, revenge, trouble, trickery
Anguished mother, problematic son
Destroyed families, tragic weekends
The system wants this, the kids have to learn
Weekend in Ipê Park

(The message of this song is very clear, or rather, very dark:
Don't count on me for anything. Got it?)

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