Текст и перевод песни Pe. Zezinho, SCJ - Casinhas de Periferia

Casinhas de Periferia

São casinhas de periferia
Pequeninas como que são de lata ou de alvenaria
São de telha ou de sapé
São casinhas tão pequenininhas
Que conforto ali não há
Casinhas de periferia que escondem sofrimento
Que abrigam esperanças, que abrigam tanto amor
Casinhas de periferia, não sabe quem jamais foi lá
Abrigam tanta gente boa, só sabe quem passou por lá
E escutou
Essa gente de periferia tem história pra contar
São histórias cheias de alegria
São histórias de chorar
Sobrevivem pela teimosia pois dinheiro ali não há
Casinhas de periferia que escondem sofrimento
Que abrigam esperanças, que abrigam tanto amor
Casinhas de periferia, não sabe quem jamais foi lá
Abrigam tanta gente boa, só sabe quem passou por lá
E escutou
Apertada na periferia pendurada em conduções
Se não fosse aquela teimosia era sangue em borbotões
Mas a gente de periferia tem perdão até demais
Casinhas de periferia que escondem sofrimento
Que abrigam esperanças, que abrigam tanto amor
Casinhas de periferia, não sabe quem jamais foi lá
Abrigam tanta gente boa, só sabe quem passou por lá
E escutou

Houses on the outskirts

They are little houses on the outskirts
Tiny as if they were made of tin or masonry
They are made of tiles or thatch
They are such tiny little houses
That there is no comfort there
Little houses on the outskirts that hide suffering
That shelter hope, that shelter so much love
Little houses on the outskirts, you don't know who's never been there
They shelter so many good people, only those who have passed by know
And listened
These people from the outskirts have stories to tell
They are stories full of joy
They are stories to cry
They survive out of stubbornness because there is no money there
Little houses on the outskirts that hide suffering
That shelter hope, that shelter so much love
Little houses on the outskirts, you don't know who's never been there
They shelter so many good people, only those who have passed by know
And listened
Squeezed into the outskirts hanging on to transport
If it weren't for that stubbornness, there'd be blood gushing out
But the people from the outskirts have been forgiven even too much
Little houses on the outskirts that hide suffering
That shelter hope, that shelter so much love
Little houses on the outskirts, you don't know who's never been there
They shelter so many good people, only those who have passed by know
And listened