Braços Cruzados [English translation]

A delirium of violence

Insane vanity

Wars are waiting for us

Corpses in front of us

Which tool

Should I use to live?

What can I do

To help you?

I turn the TV off

So that the children won't think

That it's normal

To kill and die everyday

But what can I tell them about the future?

Does anyone here believe

That they're not related to what's happening?

Is it possible that nothing is linked

Does everything happen by chance?

But who throws the dice

Is it God or the Devil?

Who decides which side is the blessed one?

Is it God or the Devil?

Is it possible that none of you

Know how to speak Portuguese?

Therefore, on our pain's behalf

I demand a translator

Someone real

Someone in whom I can trust a little bit

I don't want to be neglected, I want someone to take care of me

Christ, the Redeemer

I saw your crossed arms, it's all an illusion

I walk on the streets and found everything but a solution

I close the windows and I lock the front door

But my soul doesn't have a padlock, it's open for everyone

I close my clothes and I get a bad look on my face

But my soul doesn't have a padlock

Neither does it have a defense, or anything