Lyrics and translation O Rappa - Instinto coletivo

Instinto coletivo

Quadras e quadras e quadras e quadras, cirandas, cirandas, cirandas "b boys" e capoeiristas
Velhos sonhos, novos nomes, velhos sonhos, novos nomes na avenida
O folclore é hardcore, e ataca o nosso momento
Abre a roda quem tá fora e quem tá dentro, participa
O folclore é hardcore e instiga alegria
Em respeito do homem ao tambor,
Do ritmo que domina com louvor
Do fato de estarmos juntos sem pavor,
Pois o instintoôôô, o instinto é coletivo meu Senhor.

Ehhhh...

Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Eu represento o instinto coletivo

Ehhhh...
É Domingo e só temos uma opção
As caixas são grandes
O som tem que ser alto
Pra tocar a multidão

Essa dança não faz seleção

Pro homem do samba, o homem do funk, o homem do bangra

Baile da Furacão, Folia de Reis
Kuarup e o Boi Mamão-mão-mão-mão
Nossa identidade é nosso lar
E dentro de uma área de exclusão
Marcos, Afrika Bambaataa, Padre Cícero e Lampião
Contra a mente de exclusão, sempre soubeéééram
Que o instinto é coletivo meu irmão

Ehhhh...
Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Eu represento o instinto coletivo
Tivo, tivo, tivo, tivo,

O Rappa from Brazil
Third World posses on the Hill
O Rappa from Brazil
Essa dança não faz seleção
Para o homem do samba, para o homem do funk, para o homem do bangra
Baile da Furacão, Folia de Reis, Kuarup e o Boi Mamão
Nossa identidade é nosso lar
Dentro dessa área, dessa área de exclusão
Comandante Marcos, Afrika Bambaataa, Padre Cícero e Lampião
Contra a mente de exclusão, sempre souberam
Que o instinto é coletivo meu irmão
Que, que o instinto é coletivo meu irmão
When you see my passport number
You don't see my culture
You don't see me
You don't see my culture
You don't see me
You don't see my culture
When you see my passport number
You don't see my culture
You don't see me
You don't see my culture
You don't see me
You don't see my culture
When you see my passport number
You don't see my culture
You don't see me
You don't see my culture
You don't see me
You don't see my culture
You don't see my culture
You don't see my culture
You don't see my culture

Collective Instinct

Squares and squares and squares and squares, circles, circles, circles "b boys" and capoeiristas
Old dreams, new names, old dreams, new names on the avenue
Folklore is hardcore, it attacks our time
Open the circle who is out and who is in, participate
Folklore is hardcore and incites joy
In the man's respect for the drum,
Of the rhythm that dominates with praise
Of the fact that we are together without fear
For the instinct, the instinct is collective, my Lord.

Ehhhh...

I represent the collective instinct
I represent the collective instinct
I represent the collective instinct
I represent the collective instinct
I represent the collective instinct
I represent the collective instinct

Ehhhh...
It's Sunday and we only have one choice
The boxes are big
It has to be loud
To touch the crowd

This dance makes no selection

For the man of samba, the man of funk, the man of bangra

Furacão Ball, Folia de Reis
Kuarup and the Boi Mamão-mão-mão-mão
Our identity is our home
And within an area of exclusion
Marcos, Afrika Bambaataa, Padre Cícero and Lampião
Against the mind of exclusion, they always knew
That instinct is collective, my brother

Ehhhh...
I represent the collective instinct
I represent the collective instinct
I represent the collective instinct
I represent the collective instinct
I represent the collective instinct
I represent the collective instinct
I represent the collective instinct
I represent the collective instinct
Tivo, tivo, tivo, tivo,

O Rappa from Brazil
Third World posse on the Hill
O Rappa from Brazil
This dance makes no selection
For the man of samba, for the man of funk, for the man of bangra
Furacão Ball, Folia de Reis, Kuarup and the Boi Mamão
Our identity is our home
Within this area, this area of exclusion
Comandante Marcos, Afrika Bambaataa, Padre Cícero and Lampião
Against the mind of exclusion, they always knew
That instinct is collective, my brother
That, that instinct is collective, my brother
When you see my passport number
You don't see my culture
You don't see me
You don't see my culture
You don't see me
You don't see my culture
When you see my passport number
You don't see my culture
You don't see me
You don't see my culture
You don't see me
You don't see my culture
When you see my passport number
You don't see my culture
You don't see me
You don't see my culture
You don't see me
You don't see my culture
You don't see my culture
You don't see my culture
You don't see my culture