Mile Dias

Thousand Days

Wow, dude, this is crazy, a thousand days, a thousand years, it's us, scoundrel,
But hey, there's nothing else to drink

Grab the glasses, I'll pour the wine
Sit down, let the music play softly
Take a look at all this from up here
Pull, hold, release, feel the vibe
We have plenty of what's missing in Morumbi
Human warmth, I like it here
Our childhood was awesome, Neto
I remember well, those who lived, know very well
Know very well, I miss the baby
Jeva, Tato, Sônia, Zezinho, Preta, Pato
In the alleys and streets, it was all hustle and bustle
Several kids playing every day
Jump cell, cops and robbers, steal the flag, marbles, spinning top
On market days, it was pure joy
I used to do anything to eat pastel
At the headquarters, there were some dances, a table samba,
I was a kid, but I was already hanging out with the princesses,
In the court up there, I played a lot of soccer (wow, it's hot)
The highlight was the sun
My mom would go crazy, shouting for hours
I would skip lunch to keep playing ball
Being a child is being happy
I really miss some things I did

To remember is to live
To forget is to die

See the daycare over there
Eight years ago, it was a promise from a congressman
It took a while, but it arrived, you know
They handed over the keys last year
It's so sarcastic, it makes you want to laugh
It's a lot of rot, brother, tell me
They promote the bitterness of misery, the gall
My anger towards these bastards goes beyond paper
It's Afro-x to see how it is
These things are what they are, but we're standing
Brother in faith, showing how it is
For the disposition for whatever comes

It's us, scoundrel, you can bet
Looking from up here makes me remember
We were born in '73, the same generation
Then we enjoyed the era together
Remember, dude, I made several plans
To be a player and play for Santos
Unfortunately, destiny didn't want it
Even with the setbacks, I feel happy
I found the woman worthy of my love
I have 3 beautiful and valuable children
It was me, you, Tedi, and the guys causing panic in the area

To remember is to live
To forget is to die

To be born, grow, live, and die
Time passes and we don't even notice
Yesterday, a little kid playing tricks
Without getting tired, running barefoot down the street
We only thought about eating sweets and having fun
It's the good moments that life gives us
Our home was as humble as our family
Three poorly finished rooms of masonry
In my mind, memories are eternalized
My parents enjoyed Trio Esperança
On the record player, a lot of black music played
Tim Maia, Cassiana, among other flashbacks
The heat has decreased from some time ago
Today there's sanitation, a square to play
In our time, leisure was the dirt fields
Flying kites, soapbox cars, and tag
It seems like a long time, but I really miss it
Because today the kids are surrounded by evil
Progress brought war and a lot of ambition
Several childhood friends turned into thieves
Luckily, we're alive to tell the tale
Because it's always good to remember the good times