Dara-ram-dam-ram
We sound like this
An American caricature
And it’s not from today that it’s like this
Since a long time ago
People walk down the Augusta Street at 120 per hour
On the soundtrack
Uuuu, and there will be always a vicious
Uuuu, past two thousand
No one makes like a Brazilian rock of Brazil
The Mutantes were and are cool
Someone has already told that even in a song
And Roberto & Erasmo are neandertals
Even though apparently
The first don’t care about it anymore
He left the spell
In the hands of Raul
Uuuu, and there will be always a vicious
Uuuu, past two thousand
No one makes like a Brazilian pop of Brazil
Paralamas, O Rappa, Ira and Titãs
Jota Quest, Charlie Brown and Raimundos
Legião, Barão, and I say more, Lobão
Los Hermanos, Ultraje, Penélope and Sepultura
On the hard line
Uuuu, and there will be always a vicious
Uuuu, past two thousand
No one makes like a Brazilian funk of Brazil
And there are so many names I didn’t say here
Which surely made their glory
It’s a fact of space and time too
Lately I don’t know well why
My memory has been poor
That’s why I made up this story
Uuuu, and there will be always a vicious
Uuuu, past two thousand
No one makes like a Brazilian
Pop, rock, reggae, hip-hop of Brazil