O Camelo E O Dromedário
Eu não caibo mais nas roupas que eu cabia,
Eu não encho mais a casa de alegria.
Os anos se passaram enquanto eu dormia,
E quem eu queria bem me esquecia.
Será que eu falei o que ninguém ouvia?
Será que eu escutei o que ninguém dizia?
Eu não vou me adaptar.
Eu não tenho mais a cara que eu tinha,
No espelho essa cara náo é minha.
Mas é que quando eu me toquei, achei tão estranho,
A minha barba estava desse tamanho.
Será que eu falei o que ninguém dizia?
Será que eu esoutei o que ninguém auvla?
Eu não vou me adaptar.
The Good Father
While you were looking at me
The world passed you by
You held your prejudice sacred
And left your dreams behind
While you were looking at me
The homeless stayed in the streets
You learned to drink poisoned water
But never learned how to read
Well it's easy to put the blame on someone else
But it's hard to see yourself
Did you ever take a good look at yourself?
While you were looking at me
Airport security died
And the smugglers and the terrorists
Just walked right by
'Cause they don't dress like me
They dress like you
They wear suits and ties<
The world passed you by
You held your prejudice sacred
And left your dreams behind
While you were looking at me
The homeless stayed in the streets
You learned to drink poisoned water
But never learned how to read
Well it's easy to put the blame on someone else
But it's hard to see yourself
Did you ever take a good look at yourself?
While you were looking at me
Airport security died
And the smugglers and the terrorists
Just walked right by
'Cause they don't dress like me
They dress like you
They wear suits and ties<