Текст и перевод песни Bob Rum feat. DJ Marlboro - Rap Do Silva

Rap Do Silva

Todo mundo devia nessa história se ligar
Porque tem muito amigo que vai pro baile dançar
Esquecer os atritos
Deixar a briga pra la
E entender o sentido quando o DJ detonar

Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro
Mas era pai de família

Era um domingo de sol
Ele saiu de manhã
Pra jogar seu futebol
Levou uma rosa pra irmã
Deu um beijo nas crianças
Prometeu não demorar

Falou pra sua esposa que ia vir pra almoçar

Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro
Mas era pai de família

Era trabalhador, pegava o trem lotado
E a boa vizinhança era considerado
E todo mundo dizia que era um cara maneiro
Outros o criticavam porque ele era funkeiro

O funk não é modismo
É uma necessidade
É pra calar os gemidos que existem nessa cidade

Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro
Mas era pai de família

E anoitecia ele se preparava
É pra curtir o seu baile
Que em suas veias rolava
Foi com a melhor camisa
Tênis que comprou suado
E bem antes da hora ele já estava arrumado

Se reuniu com a galera
Pegou o bonde lotado
Os seus olhos brilhavam
Ele estava animado
Sua alegria era tanta
Ao ver que tinha chegado
Foi o primeiro a descer
E por alguns foi saudado

Mas naquela triste esquina
Um sujeito apareceu
Com a cara amarrada
Sua mão estava um breu
Carregava um ferro
Em uma de suas mãos
Apertou o gatilho
Sem dar qualquer explicação

E o pobre do nosso amigo
Que foi pro baile curtir
Hoje com sua família
Ele não irá dormir

Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro
Mas era pai de família

Naquela triste esquina

Rap Do Silva

Everybody should tune into this story
Because there are many friends who go to dance at the party
To forget the friction
To leave the fight behind
And understand the meaning when the DJ explodes

He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine
He was a funkeiro
But he was a family man

It was a sunny Sunday
He left in the morning
To play his soccer
He took a rose for his sister
He kissed his children
He promised not to be late

He told his wife that he would come for lunch

He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine
He was a funkeiro
But he was a family man

He was a worker, he took the crowded train
And he was considered a good neighbor
And everyone said he was a cool guy
Others criticized him because he was a funkeiro

Funk is not a fad
It is a necessity
It is to silence the moans that exist in this city

He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine
He was a funkeiro
But he was a family man

And when it got dark he would get ready
To enjoy his dance
That ran through his veins
It was with the best shirt
The sneakers he bought with his sweat
And well before the time he was already dressed

He met with his friends
He took the crowded bus
His eyes sparkled
He was excited
His joy was so great
When he saw that he had arrived
He was the first to get off
And he was greeted by some

But at that sad corner
A man appeared
With a sullen face
His hand was pitch black
He was carrying a gun
In one of his hands
He pulled the trigger
Without giving any explanation

And the poor fellow of our friend
Who went to the party to enjoy
Today with his family
He will not sleep

He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine
He was a funkeiro
But he was a family man

In that sad corner