Текст и перевод песни Bob Rum - 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 lá
E entender o sentido quando o DJ detonar
(E essa é uma homenagem a todos os Silvas do Brasil)

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

Era trabalhador, pegava o trem lotado
Tinha 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

Todo mundo devia nessa história se ligar
Porque tem muito amigo que vai pro baile dançar
Esquecer os atritos
Deixar a briga pra lá
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 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
Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro
Mas era pai de família
Era só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro
Mas era pai de família
Só mais um Silva que a estrela não brilha
Ele era funkeiro
Mas era pai de família

Era só mais um Silva

Silva's Rap

Everyone should pay attention to this story,
Because there are many friends who go to the dance,
To forget the conflicts, leave the fight behind,
And understand the meaning when the DJ blasts the beat.
(And this is a tribute to all the Silvas in Brazil)

He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine,
He was a Funk musician,
But he was a family man.
He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine,
He was a Funk musician,
But he was a family man.

It was a sunny Sunday,
He left in the morning,
To play his football,
He brought a rose for his sister,
Kissed the kids,
Promised not to be long,
Told his wife he'd be back for lunch.

He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine,
He was a Funk musician,
But he was a family man.
He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine,
He was a Funk musician,
But he was a family man.

He was a worker, took the crowded train,
Had good neighbors, was respected,
And everyone said he was a cool guy,
Others criticized him because he was a Funk musician.
Funk is not a fad,
It's a necessity,
It's to silence the groans that exist in this city.

Everyone should pay attention to this story,
Because there are many friends who go to the dance,
To forget the conflicts,
Leave the fight behind,
And understand the meaning when the DJ blasts the beat.

He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine,
He was a Funk musician,
But he was a family man.
He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine,
He was a Funk musician,
But he was a family man.

And as night fell, he prepared himself,
To enjoy his dance,
That flowed through his veins,
He wore his best shirt,
Sneakers he bought with his hard-earned money,
And long before time, he was already dressed.
He met up with his friends,
Took the crowded bus,
His eyes sparkled,
He was excited,
His joy was so great,
To see that he had arrived,
He was the first to get off,
And was greeted by some.

But on that sad corner,
A guy appeared,
With a frown,
His hand was a blur,
He carried a gun,
In one of his hands,
He pulled the trigger,
Without giving any explanation.
And our poor friend,
Who went to the dance to have fun,
Today with his family,
He will not sleep.

He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine,
He was a Funk musician,
But he was a family man.
He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine,
He was a Funk musician,
But he was a family man.
He was just another Silva whose star didn't shine,
He was a Funk musician,
But he was a family man.
Just another Silva whose star didn't shine,
He was a Funk musician,
But he was a family man.

He was just another Silva.