Текст и перевод песни Pacificadores - D. Menor

D. Menor

Olha o de menor esta pronto pro combate
Municiado está pronto pro ataque
De JNA ele vai atrás do corre, "se reagir" (você morre).
Na escola de bandido a molecada aqui se formou
Diploma ta na mão cuspindo fogo
A tendência e piorar ta ligado como é
Na quebrada o de menor bota os marmanjo pra correr
Maluco pula o muro rouba de quem não tem
Traficante vende um pó e cheira na nota de cem
De menor na correria rouba dona maria
Até panela de mascate locadora padaria
Nem tem tamanho pra rouba e já anda no veneno
Se espirou no Beira-Mar e fã do Zé Pequeno
Menorzinho com os trabuquinho fugindo dos gambe
Pó e birinight pra ver de qual que e
As menininhas adoram acha ate da hora
Ver o namorado empunhando uma pistola
Dando tiro no folgado que era seu parceiro
Acende um baseado e fuma o dia inteiro
Audaciosos pivetes pra eles nada e de mais
Estão na correria pro baile dos racionais
Gostam do quinto vigia brinquedo assassino
Deus tira o revolver da mão desse menino
Olha o de menor esta pronto pro combate
Municiado está pronto pro ataque
De JNA ele vai atrás do corre, "se reagir" (você morre).
Na escola de bandido a molecada aqui se formou
Diploma ta na mão cuspindo fogo
A tendência e piorar ta ligado como é
Na quebrada o de menor bota os marmanjo pra correr
Lá vem o de menor corre, corre
Virou de bike na esquina já meteu mais um baú
Hoje ele ta com sorte, quinhentão que sorte.
Vai cheira vai fuma ate da overdose
Não se cansa da rotina lá vai ele de novo
De oitão ou só na mão vai ripando o povo
Lá vem a viatura sujou embaçou
Da um tempo moca tudo, não vi não sei não doutor.
Se passou por inocente, meliante, delinqüente.
Não sabe os zome que o menor já ripou foi muita gente
Lotação, locadora, loteria.

D. Minor

Look at the minor, he's ready for combat
He's got his guns, he's ready to attack
With his JNA, he's after the loot, "If you resist" (you die)
In the school of gangsters, the kids here have graduated
Diploma in hand, spitting fire
The trend is getting worse, you know how it is
In the hood, the minor makes the old men run
Crazy kid jumps the fence, stealing from the poor
Drug dealer sells a powder and snorts it on a hundred dollar bill
As a minor, he runs around stealing from Mrs. Maria
Even a hawker's pot, a rental store, a bakery
He's not even old enough to steal and he's already on drugs
He's inspired by Beira-Mar and is a fan of Zé Pequeno
Little kid with his little gun, running from the cops
Powder and booze to see what happens
The girls love it, they think it's cool
To see their boyfriend wielding a gun
Shooting the slacker who was his partner
Lights up a joint and smokes all day long
Audacious kids, nothing is too much for them
They're on the run for the Rationalists' dance
They like the Fifth Watcher, a killer toy
God, take the gun out of this boy's hand
Look at the minor, he's ready for combat
He's got his guns, he's ready to attack
With his JNA, he's after the loot, "If you resist" (you die)
In the school of gangsters, the kids here have graduated
Diploma in hand, spitting fire
The trend is getting worse, you know how it is
In the hood, the minor makes the old men run
Here comes the minor, run, run
He turned on his bike at the corner and already got another trunk
Today he's in luck, a 500 that's lucky.
He'll snort, he'll smoke, until he overdoses
He doesn't get tired of the routine, there he goes again
With a gun or just with his hands, he'll rip people off
Here comes the patrol car, it got dirty, it got fogged up
Give it a time, honey, I didn't see it, I don't know, doctor.
He passed himself off as innocent, a delinquent, a criminal.
He doesn't know the names of the people the minor has already ripped off, there were so many
Lottery, rental store, lottery.