A Vítima

The Victim

So, Cocão, hey, don't take it the wrong way, but, hey, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while, hey
Tell me
Can you talk about that accident there? I know it's kind of awkward
No, it's not
It is
It's nothing
Complicated
You know what, let's talk about it, right, bro?
Yeah
Let's go
It was a day, oh, I remember
I remember it like today, oh
Wow, it gives me chills, oh
Wow
October 14th, 94
Yeah
I was living in Hebron, you know?
Just
So
The Opala was
The Opala was at Di's workshop, we were going to do something cool at night, you know?
Yeah
We were going to meet in Pinheiros, I don't know if you remember that
I see
Because you
You used to go with Kleber straight to Pinheiros, you went straight
And we, it was me, I was there, Brown, Blue, to the South Zone

That night I woke up and didn't know where I was
I thought it was a dream, the nightmare was just beginning
Those people dressed in white
They looked like the sky, but the sky is a place for saints
The guys asking me: Hey, bro, are you okay?
The smell of ether in the air is never a good sign
Headache, dizziness
That room was spinning like a drug-induced haze, madness
Blood on torn clothes
A suture thread stitches me up, damn, we're worth nothing
What's the point of having what you want
Success, money, women, kissing your feet?
And in the blink of an eye, it's tough
You're pierced like a sieve or worthless in a wheelchair!

(What am I doing here?)
(I don't want to admit)
(Now it's late, late, late)
(Sorry)

My partners told me
Scene after scene, step by step, what they witnessed!

Bro, it was a mess, on the Marginal
You flipped over, there was even a fatal victim
From the South Zone and all, heading to the Center, 1 am

I remembered that moment
Several Opalas, a big caravan
And I right behind the first Diplomat Boat
I'm driving, there at the wheel
Dark gray Opala, 2Pac on the speaker
For a moment I had a bad feeling
But I didn't care, I didn't notice, I wasn't paying attention!

(Where's the body, bro?)
(Bro, grab the phone, it's messed up, bro)
(Make an effort, bro, the thing was crazy)
(Fuck! The guy went up about two meters from the ground)
(My God in heaven! Call the ambulance, damn!)
(It's messed up)

Shit, a young guy died
Fatality is recklessness, divergence, screwed up
He left a woman expecting a child
An evangelical who never met his son
A sigh, I lost my calm
I saw a knife piercing my soul
I looked in the mirror and saw a man crying
The media, the justice, wanting to shoot me down
I became news, front page
A paparazzi focused on my tear
A Globo reporter insulted me
Calling me a murderer, that inflamed
It stirred up, I've never seen so many vultures
They crucified me, judged me throughout the country
Death penalty, if lucky
Electric chair, if it were North America
Influenced public opinion
I was a defendant with no rights to anything else
My world had collapsed
In God's law I was judged, in man's law condemned!

(So, Kleber, the guy died, bro)
Yeah, so, from now on, Cocão
There's no turning back, you know?
Don't be shaken, you have to stay strong
(Yes)
We're together there!

Two years and a bit of trial
For me it was already the beginning of my penance
That building at the Forum is a real torture
In front of it, always several police cars
The movement is intense all the time
It's like traffic, congestion, an anthill
Lawyer up and down
Making money with another defendant, I guess
I saw a guy handcuffed entering
Head down, he looked like a white guy
Waiting his turn to be called
Judged, maybe even, maybe, released
Escorted, several cops
That one must not be just any prisoner
With his hands behind, looking at the wall
I went to drink water, I was really thirsty
An urgent call
My lawyer, with the sentence result
The cell phone was failing!

(Huh? Hello?)
(I can't hear, but I'm going there, okay? I'm coming)

Yeah, bro, I went by subway
That spine-chilling feeling I had then came back
At each station it increased
I didn't know if I should get off or keep going
Looking for a distraction, I watched the crowded car, the movement
Those people going somewhere
To work, study, stroll, steal, who knows
I saw a pretty, discreet girl
Looks like a model, athlete's body
I saw a guy reading, focused
Studious type, one of those dedicated sons
I saw a tired, standing, believing aunt
Dark-skinned, with wrinkled skin
She reminded me
She looks like the victim's mother, how must she be feeling?
I arrived at the Ipiranga with São João building
Took a deep breath, rolled up my shirt sleeve
Decision, I'm trembling
Heavy responsibility, I don't understand
Calmness is always necessary
No smoking allowed, I read the warning
An old doorman reminds me of my dad

(Which floor?)
(Which floor are you going to?)

On the tenth, I feel terrible
The scale insisted on adding more weight
Broken elevator
Some days it's better not to wake up, when everything goes wrong
I went up the stairs counting each step
With each step, the final judgment approached
I had the feeling someone was watching me
It seemed to follow me, jinxing me
I felt a chill
I remembered that scene you didn't see
The flip, a loud scream, the spotlights
Your mistake (it's over), results in death
From that old Kombi, split in half
From that moment I tried to hit the brakes
Floor by floor, where I am doesn't matter
Remember the victim?
I reached the door

So, Smurf, that's it, bro. Did you get it?
It's tough, huh, Cocão?
And then
What a situation, huh?
The thing is, hey, it's been, like, I think about 3 years, you know?
3, 4 years, there, running back and forth
I see
Trying to adjust... To settle things with the law, you know? Paying what I owed. Thank God, there, oh. Today I'm good, I don't owe anything to anyone anymore
Yeah
I made peace with God, there
Right
Especially with the family there, you know?
With the law too. And the thing is, right? Life has to go on, you know?
Yeah
Because it can't stop