Thinking of Brasilia,
Rio de Janeiro is shining wonderfully
But this is a wrong reality
Millions live in
neverland
From where the evil arrived
To come out of the plight
The dead-end kids stuff adhesive stuff
Burn the
archives
Killer-squadron
Law and order
Burn the archives
World is blind
Can't see the proverty
A few are rich to
rich
Swiming gold and cocaine
Others swim in the contaminated river
What went wrong in this world
Such a big land
Is
there nobody
Who is equal to the occasion
What went wrong in this world
Such a big land
That's only a question
Of getting
used to it
From day to day
Searching for the dead men
Everybody has the same identity
You can hear them in
The radio
and in the pubs
Designed by violence
Nobody speaks
Nobody sees
Nobody knows
