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Burguesia

A burguesia fede

A burguesia quer ficar rica

Enquanto houver burguesia

Não vai haver poesia

A burguesia não tem charme nem é discreta

Com suas perucas de cabelos de boneca

A burguesia quer ser sócia do Country

A burguesia quer ir a New York fazer compras

Pobre de mim que vim do seio da burguesia

Sou rico mas não sou mesquinho

Eu também cheiro mal

A burguesia tá acabando com a Barra

Afundam barcos cheios de crianças

E dormem tranqüilos

Os guardanapos estão sempre limpos

As empregadas, uniformizadas

São caboclos querendo ser ingleses

A burguesia fede

A burguesia quer ficar rica

Enquanto houver burguesia

Não vai haver poesia

A burguesia não repara na dor

Da vendedora de chicletes

A burguesia só olha pra si

A burguesia é a direita, é a guerra

A burguesia fede

A burguesia quer ficar rica

Enquanto houver burguesia

Não vai haver poesia

As pessoas vão ver que estão sendo roubadas

Vai haver uma revolução

Ao contrário da de 64

O Brasil é medroso

Vamos pegar o dinheiro roubado da burguesia

Vamos pra rua

Pra rua, pra rua

Vamos acabar com a burguesia

Vamos dinamitar a burguesia

Vamos pôr a burguesia na cadeia

Numa fazenda de trabalhos forçados

Eu sou burguês, mas eu sou artista

Estou do lado do povo, do povo

A burguesia fede - fede, fede, fede

A burguesia quer ficar rica

Enquanto houver burguesia

Não vai haver poesia

Porcos num chiqueiro

São mais dignos que um burguês

Mas também existe o bom burguês

Que vive do seu trabalho honestamente

Mas este quer construir um país

E não abandoná-lo com uma pasta de dólares

O bom burguês é como o operário

É o médico que cobra menos pra quem não tem

E se interessa por seu povo

Em seres humanos vivendo como bichos

Tentando te enforcar na janela do carro

No sinal, no sinal

A burguesia fede

A burguesia quer ficar rica

Enquanto houver burguesia

Não vai haver poesia

A burguesia fede

A burguesia quer ficar rica

Enquanto houver burguesia

Não vai haver poesia

A burguesia fede

A burguesia quer ficar rica

Enquanto houver burguesia

Não vai haver poesia

The Upper Class

The upper class stinks

The upper class wants to get rich

As long as there's an upper class

There won't be poetry

The upper class has no charm and is not discreet

With its doll-like hair wigs

The upper class wants to be a partner of the Country

The upper class wants to go shopping in New York

Poor me, who came from within the upper class

I'm rich but I'm not petty

I also stink

The upper class is ruining Barra1

Boats full of children and sinking

And they sleep, tranquilly

Their napkins are always clean

The mads are all in uniforms

It's caboclos2 wanting to be Englishmen

The upper class stinks

The upper class wants to get rich

As long as there's an upper class

There won't be poetry

The upper class doesn't notice

How the girl selling candies suffer

The upper class only has eyes for itself

The upper class is the right, it's the war

The upper class stinks

The upper class wants to get rich

As long as there's an upper class

There won't be poetry

People will see they're being robbed

There will be a revolution

Different from that one in 19643

Let's catch all the money stolen by the upper class

Let's protest

Protest, protest

Let's put an end in the upper class

Let's dynamite the upper class

Let's put the upper class in jail

In a farm where they would work like slaves

I'm from the upper class but I'm an artist

I'm with the people, the people

The upper class stinks - stinks, stinks,

The upper class wants to get rich

As long as there's an upper class

There won't be poetry

Pigs in a pig pen

Have more dignity than men from the upper class

But there's also the good man from the upper class

Who lives out of his work, in all honesty

But he wants to build a country

And not abandon it with a suitcase full of dollar bills

The good men from the upper class is like a worker

He is the doctor that charges those with less money less

And is interested in his people

In human beings living like animals

Trying to hang you in the window of your car

In the traffic lights, in the traffic lights

The upper class stinks

The upper class wants to get rich

As long as there's an upper class

There won't be poetry

The upper class stinks

The upper class wants to get rich

As long as there's an upper class

There won't be poetry

The upper class stinks

The upper class wants to get rich

As long as there's an upper class

There won't be poetry

1. Barra da Tijuca is considered one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Rio de Janeiro
2. a. b. A person who was born to an European and a indigenous parent
3. In March 1964 there was a coup d'état in Brazil - which was spread around as a 'Revolution'

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ارسال‌شده در 14 دسامبر 2016 - 18:50