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Pastilhas Coloridas

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

Quando eu vim parar 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
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 a azul
Quem tem a 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

Amigos nas farmácias
E quando a erva faltava...

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

Amigos nas farmácias
E quando a erva faltava...

Qualquer droga era boa
Qualquer droga era boa
Qualquer droga era boa
Qualquer droga era boa
Quem ligava pra procedência?

Colored Pills

When I came to Ilha Grande
My building was the 'only one' in the street
And some kids were already playing at exchanging
Colored pills

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

Our soccer fields suddenly disappearing
And our allowances dwindling
Our parents under pressure
Mass unemployment

The neighborhood always watching us
And the tight marking
Of those helpful but not always kind
Men of the law

Friends at the pharmacies
And when the weed was low...

Any drug was good
Any drug was good
Any drug was good
Any drug was good

The green ones are worth ten
The yellow ones eight
The white ones are worth five
But it's doing well who has the blue
Who has the blue has everything

The rats getting fat day by day
With our rotten dreams
And we're inventing rules to survive
In Ilha Grande

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

Friends at the pharmacies
And when the weed was low...

Any drug was good
Any drug was good
Any drug was good
Any drug was good

Friends at the pharmacies
And when the weed was low...

Any drug was good
Any drug was good
Any drug was good
Any drug was good
Who cared about the origin?