Suncurse (part. Victor Calíope)

From the east to the west from everywhere

There’s sweat, there’s pain but we don’t care

We were generated in the heat of thousand deadly passions

We are sons of the beat of dry bones in traction

And we’ll keeping on going even without knowing all the roads

Until the knees are on the floor as they have been before

Until we fall, until we feeling old

We’ll keep the feeling that the sun is gold

The time - is closing, sun hides - away

The sun - can hide away, but it burns – in me

For the sweat, for the pain everything seems gone

But our feet and our minds always coming home

We were generated in the heat of thousand deadly passions

We are sons of the beat of dry bones in traction

And we’ll keeping on going even without knowing all the roads

Until the knees are on the floor as they have been before

Until we fall, until we feeling old

We’ll keep the feeling that the sun is gold

The time - is closing, sun hides - away

The sun - can hide away, but it burns – in me

Carcará quando avua no cerrado vê de longe sua presa adormecer

Já está com o seu bico afiado desde a hora do sol amanhecer

Abre as asa em direção do mato não adianta tentar se esconder

Seu ataque já tá anunciado não ter dó, essa é a sua lei

Na caatinga num há ter ôto gavião ele bota pra correr

Bem-ti- vi pode até cantar alto, carcará em terra seca, ele é rei!

(Ele é rei! Ele é rei! Ele é rei!)

Seu caminho inteiro foi trilhado por debaixo de todo o seu sofrer

Carcará com seu rosto avermelhado pega, mata e come pra sobreviver!!