Humbly, we're going to do it this way I'm MC, not Dylan I'm Renato, MC Between hills and favelas, I'm going to speak Reality, because now you're going to listen Eternal peace for everyone DJ! Amigo, I live in the favela, yes sir I'm not ashamed to live there We are poor, but we also have the right To be a satisfied people without suffering Amigo, I live, live, live I'm not ashamed to live there We are poor, but we also have the right To be a satisfied people without suffering I live in a wonderful place Where everyone has the courage to fight to win To win I live in the busy favela Where the boys are united for real Come see to believe Come, come I live in a life that changes a lot With sadness wanting to torment It's a child needing attention The mother suffering to believe that she is with the boss Here we always fight for the best But society takes us to the worst Unemployed ending up drunk Some kill themselves seeing life getting worse His wife holds the child in her house Passing the list to make his funeral The child grows up illiterate without childhood In my mind, who works is the child Some accept, others get angry And in the head the worst Unemployed ending up drunk Some kill themselves seeing life getting worse His wife holds the child in her house Passing the list to make his funeral The child grows up illiterate without childhood In my mind, who works is the child Some accept, others get angry And in the head the worst Some kill themselves seeing life getting worse His wife holds the child in her house Passing the list to make his funeral The child grows up illiterate without childhood In my mind, who works is the child Some kill themselves seeing life getting worse I still say that in the hills and in the favelas Only the poor live, but only the good blood lives Saying clearly that life is cheap And all of us who live are equal My friend, I live in the favela of Ceu I'm not ashamed to live there We are poor, but we also have the right To be a satisfied people without suffering My friend, I live, live, live I'm not ashamed to live there We are poor, but we also have the right To be a satisfied people without suffering I still respect the state and be respected Be it black, white, black or mulatto I can't stand to be seen bad around I ask the man to leave us in the law We just want the right to live But we didn't ask anyone to be born While the rich live well accommodated The poor live in the favela barefoot If you're on the corner talking in the moral They come and call us marginal Accustomed to this way of living Ask God what we did to suffer In this miserable life I think it's funny I give to the crowd, but it's no use It's sadness and joy at the same time This anguish here inside I'm living There are people who speak badly of dying in the favelas Why don't you come and spend a day in a favela? Despite this problem in the place I'm sure that one day it will change Friend, I live in the favela barefoot I'm not ashamed to live there We are poor, but we also have the right To be a satisfied people without suffering Friend, I live, live, live I'm not ashamed to live there We are poor, but we also have the right To be a satisfied people without suffering Friend, I live in the favela barefoot I'm not ashamed to live there We are poor, but we also have the right To be a satisfied people without suffering Friend, I live, live, live In joy