Sulamericano (part. Manu Chao)
Prrr Number One
Hey, hey
Inflama, Inflama
Não passa disso, não me engana
Que eu sou sulamericano de Feira de Santana
Avisa o americano
Eu não acredito no Obama
Revolucionário, Guevara
Conhece a liberdade sem olhar no dicionário
Sem olhar no dicionário, ele conhece a liberdade
Vamos que vamos, vou traçando vários planos
Vou seguir cantarolando pra poder contra-atacar
Contra-atacar, contra-atacar
Eu vou traçando vários planos
Pra poder contra-atacar
Contra-atacar, contra-atacar
Traçando vários planos
Pra poder contra-atacar
Contra-atacar, contra-atacar
Eu vou traçando vários planos
Pra poder contra-atacar
Contra-atacar, contra-atacar
Eu vou traçando vários planos
Nas veias abertas da América Latina
Tem fogo cruzado queimando nas esquinas
Um golpe de estado ao som da carabina, um fuzil
Se a justiça é cega, a gente pega quem fugiu
Justiça é cega (contra-atacar)
Justiça é cega (eu quero contra-atacar)
Justiça é cega (eu quero contra-atacar)
Justiça é cega (eu quero contra-atacar)
Inflama, Inflama
Não passa disso, não me engana
Inflama, Inflama
Esta ciudad la propriedad del Señor Matanza
Esta ciudad la propriedad del Señor Matanza
Esa olla, esa mina, y esa finca y ese mar
Ese paramilitar, son propriedad
Del Señor Matanza
Ese federal, ese chivato y ese sapo, el sindicato
Y el obispo, el general son propriedad
Del Señor Matanza
Buenas jiniteras y alcool, estan bajo control
La escuela y el monte de piedad son propriedad
Del Señor Matanza
El decide lo que va, dice lo que no sera
Decide quien la paga dice quien vivira
Y mi niero que lo llevan y se van
Los que matan, pam pam, son propriedad
Del Señor Matanza!
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Nas veias abertas da América Latina
Tem fogo cruzado queimando nas esquinas
Um golpe de estado ao som da carabina, um fuzil
Se a justiça é cega, a gente pega quem fugiu
Justiça é cega (contra-atacar)
Justiça é cega (eu quero contra-atacar)
Justiça é cega (eu quero contra-atacar)
Justiça é cega (contra-atacar)
Inflama, Difama
Não passa disso, não me engana
Inflama, Difama
Mas a gente não se engana
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Y a mi niero llevan pal monte
Sulamerican (feat. Manu Chao)
Prrr Number One
Hey, hey
Ignite, Ignite
It doesn't go beyond that, don't fool me
Because I'm a South American from Feira de Santana
Tell the American
I don't believe in Obama
Revolutionary, Guevara
Knows freedom without looking in the dictionary
Without looking in the dictionary, he knows freedom
Let's go, I'm making several plans
I'll keep singing to be able to counterattack
Counterattack, counterattack
I'm making several plans
To be able to counterattack
Counterattack, counterattack
Making several plans
To be able to counterattack
Counterattack, counterattack
I'm making several plans
To be able to counterattack
Counterattack, counterattack
I'm making several plans
In the open veins of Latin America
There's crossfire burning on the corners
A coup d'état to the sound of the carbine, a rifle
If justice is blind, we catch those who fled
Justice is blind (counterattack)
Justice is blind (I want to counterattack)
Justice is blind (I want to counterattack)
Justice is blind (I want to counterattack)
Ignite, Ignite
It doesn't go beyond that, don't fool me
Ignite, Ignite
This city is the property of Mr. Slaughter
This city is the property of Mr. Slaughter
That pot, that mine, and that farm and that sea
That paramilitary, they are property
Of Mr. Slaughter
That federal, that snitch and that rat, the syndicate
And the bishop, the general are property
Of Mr. Slaughter
Good hookers and alcohol, are under control
The school and the pawnshop are property
Of Mr. Slaughter
He decides what will be, says what won't be
Decides who pays, says who will live
And my buddy they take him and they go
Those who kill, bam bam, are property
Of Mr. Slaughter!
And my buddy they take to the mountain
And my buddy they take to the mountain
And my buddy they take to the mountain
And my buddy they take to the mountain
In the open veins of Latin America
There's crossfire burning on the corners
A coup d'état to the sound of the carbine, a rifle
If justice is blind, we catch those who fled
Justice is blind (counterattack)
Justice is blind (I want to counterattack)
Justice is blind (I want to counterattack)
Justice is blind (counterattack)
Ignite, Slander
It doesn't go beyond that, don't fool me
Ignite, Slander
But we don't fool ourselves
And my buddy they take to the mountain
And my buddy they take to the mountain
And my buddy they take to the mountain
And my buddy they take to the mountain
Escrita por: RUSSO PASSAPUSSO