Текст и перевод песни Chicas & MC Bob Rum - Rap do Silva

Rap do Silva

Todo mundo devia nessa história se ligar
Por que tem muito amigo que vai pro baile dançar
Esquecer os atritos, deixar a briga pra lá
E entender o sentido quando o dj detonar

(Solta o rap DJ)

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
Para jogar seu futebol, deu uma rosa para a irmã
Deu um beijo nas crianças, prometeu não demorar
Falou para sua esposa que ia vim 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
Todo mundo dizia que era um cara maneiro
Outros o criticavam porque ele era funkeiro

O funk não é motivo, é uma necessidade
É pra calar os gemidos que existem nessa cidade
Todo mundo devia nessa história se ligar
Porque tem muito amigo que vem 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
Para curtir o seu baile que em suas veias rolava
Foi com a melhor camisa, tênis que comprou soado
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 tanto, 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

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

Silva's Rap

Everyone in this story should tune in
Because there are many friends who go to the dance to dance
Forget the conflicts, leave the fight behind
And understand the meaning when the DJ blasts

(Let go of the rap DJ)

He was just another Silva whose star did not shine
He was a funk musician, but he was a family man

He was just another Silva whose star did not 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 gave a rose to his sister
He kissed the children, promised not to delay
He told his wife that he would come for lunch

He was just another Silva whose star did not shine
He was a funk musician, but he was a family man

He was just another Silva whose star did not shine
He was a funk musician, but he was a family man

He was a worker, took the crowded train
He had good neighbors, he was respected
Everyone said he was a cool guy
Others criticized him because he was a funk musician

Funk is not a motive, it's a necessity
It's to silence the moans that exist in this city
Everyone in this story should tune in
Because there are many friends who come to the dance to dance
Forget the conflicts, leave the fight behind
And understand the meaning when the DJ blasts

He was just another Silva whose star did not shine
He was a funk musician, but he was a family man

He was just another Silva whose star did not shine
He was a funk musician, but he was a family man

And as night fell, he prepared
To enjoy his dance that flowed in his veins
He went with the best shirt, sneakers that he bought with hard-earned money
And well before the hour, he was already dressed
He met up with his friends, took the crowded bus
His eyes sparkled, he was excited

His joy was so much, when he saw that he had arrived
He was the first to get off, and was greeted by some
But on that sad corner, a man appeared
With a sullen face, his hand was a black
He carried an iron in one of his hands
He pulled the trigger without giving any explanation
And our poor friend, who went to the dance to enjoy
Today with his family, he will not sleep!

He was just another Silva whose star did not shine
He was a funk musician, but he was a family man

He was just another Silva whose star did not shine
He was a funk musician, but he was a family man

But on that sad corner, a man appeared
With a sullen face, his hand was a black
He carried an iron in one of his hands
He pulled the trigger without giving any explanation
And our poor friend, who went to the dance to enjoy
Today with his family, he will not sleep!

He was just another Silva whose star did not shine
He was a funk musician, but he was a family man

He was just another Silva whose star did not shine
He was a funk musician, but he was a family man