I understand this complicated, complex world
The favela is: my history, my roots
Unguided, disconnected, in vain
But content nonetheless
Human malice is not always found
In those who carry rifles
There are people dressed in suit and tie
Killing Brazil
My favela...
Favela, oh
Favela, you who were there when I was born
I open my heart
And sing out my love for you
Favela, oh
Favela, you who were there when I was born
Only those who know you from the inside out
Can understand you
My favela...
Favela, oh
Favela, you who were there when I was born
I open my heart
And sing out my love for you, oh
Favela, oh
Favela, you who were there when I was born
Only those who know you from the inside out
Can understand you
The people who spread across the hillside
Help by mobilizing the communities
They divide what remains from the day's work
And break bread (with the rest)
How is it that these people who are so kind
Are seen as the outcasts
I think it's just that society
Can't see straight
My favela, oh...
Favela, oh
Favela, you who were there when I was born
I open my heart
And sing out my love for you
Favela, oh
Favela, you who were there when I was born
Only those who know you from the inside out
Can understand you
My favela, oh...
Favela, oh
Favela, you who were there when I was born
I open my heart
And sing out my love for you (my love for you)
Favela, oh
Favela, you who were there when I was born
Only those who know you from the inside out
Can understand you
Only those who know...
Only those who know you from the inside out
Can understand you
Only those who know you from the inside out
Can understand you