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Pastilhas Coloridas

Os sonhos murcham
Feito maracujá velho

Quando eu vim para na Ilha Grande
Meu prédio era o only one da rua
Mas uns moleques já brincavam de trocar
Pastilhas coloridas

Quando eu vim para na Ilha Grande
Meu prédio era o only one
Mas uns moleques já jogavam
Pastilhas coloridas

Nossos campos de pelada de repente sumindo
E as mesadas diminuindo
Nossos pais na pressão
Desemprego em massa

A vizinhança gravando direto
E a marcação cerrada
Dos prestativos
Mas nem sempre gentis homens da lei

Amigos nas farmácias
E quando a erva faltava

Qualquer droga era boa
Qualquer droga era boa

As verdes valem dez
As amarelas oito
As brancas valem cinco
Mas se dá bem quem tem azul
Quem azul tem tudo

As verdes valem dez
As amarelas oito
As brancas valem cinco
Mas se dá bem quem tem azul
Quem azul tem tudo

Os ratos engordando dia-a-dia
Com os nossos sonhos podres
E a gente inventando regras
Pra sobreviver na Ilha Grande

Pois o continente parecia muito longe, muito longe
E talvez não houvesse lugar pra nós
No mundo livre
E talvez não houvesse lugar pra nós
No mundo livre

Amigos nas farmácias
E quando a erva faltava

Quem se importava
Com a origem
Quem se importava
Com o princípio

Qualquer droga era boa
Qualquer droga era boa
Qualquer droga era boa
Qualquer droga era boa

Ninguém ligava pra procedência (qualquer droga era boa)
Qualquer droga era boa
Qualquer droga era boa
Qualquer droga era boa

Ninguém se importava com a origem (qualquer droga era boa)
Ninguém se importava com o princípio (qualquer droga era boa)

Amigos nas farmácias (qualquer droga era boa)
E quando a erva faltava (qualquer droga era boa)
Qualquer droga era boa
Qualquer droga era boa

Amigos nas farmácias (qualquer droga era boa)
Qualquer droga era boa
Ninguém se importava com a procedência (qualquer droga era boa)
Qualquer droga era boa
Qualquer droga era boa
Qualquer droga era boa

Colored Tiles

Dreams wilt
Like old passion fruit

When I came to Ilha Grande
My building was the only one on the street
But some kids were already playing at swapping
Colored tiles

When I came to Ilha Grande
My building was the only one
But some kids were already playing with
Colored tiles

Our football fields, suddenly they vanished
And our allowances were shrinking
Our parents under pressure
Mass unemployment

The neighbors recording everything and
The close surveillance
Of those helpful
But not always gentle cops

Friends at the pharmacies
And when the weed ran out

Any drug was OK
Any drug was OK

The green ones are worth ten
The yellow ones eight
The white ones are worth five
But the one who has blue is the winner
Whoever has blue has everything

The green ones are worth ten
The yellow ones eight
The white ones are worth five
But the one who has blue is the winner
Whoever has blue has everything

The rats, getting fatter every day
With our rotten dreams
And we're making up rules
To survive on Ilha Grande

Because the mainland seemed so far away, so far away
And maybe there was no place for us
In the free world
And maybe there was no place for us
In the free world

Friends at the pharmacies
And when the weed ran out

Who cared
About the source
Who cared
About the principle

Any drug was OK
Any drug was OK
Any drug was OK
Any drug was OK

Nobody cared about the origin (any drug was OK)
Any drug was OK
Any drug was OK
Any drug was OK

Nobody cared about the source (any drug was OK)
Nobody cared about the principle (any drug was OK)

Friends at the pharmacies (any drug was OK)
And when the weed ran out (any drug was OK)
Any drug was OK
Any drug was OK

Friends at the pharmacies (any drug was OK)
Any drug was OK
Nobody cared about the origin (any drug was OK)
Any drug was OK
Any drug was OK
Any drug was OK