Текст и перевод песни Realidade Cruel - Tristes Recordações

Tristes Recordações

- Vó vó

- Que foi filho?

- Cade meu pai?

Mano ve sua foto me da um aperto no peito

A saudade é infinita e não tem jeito
Se preferio role com os maluco do crime
Farinha avontade, só roupa de grife
De nike shox, no pulso swat, na cinta as glock
Obsecado pela morte
Foi várias vezes destaque no cidade alerta
Ve sua história interpretada no linha direta
Foi como um premio, neh, um oscar, um máximo
Saber q tava na lista
Dos 10 mais procurados dos dek
Pra você foi motivo de orgulho
Contagem regressiva no IML, cadaver com furos
So questao de tempo mano se sabia
Então do que valeu ser sanguinario na jualheria
Ter sempre na goma, so os baguiu da hora
E acaba com o cranio furado de bala pelos tiro da rota
Mano me diz do que que valeu
Do que valeu, do que valeu
Dinheiro maldito, cadeia, enterro
Do que que valeu, do que que valeu
Mano me diz do que que valeu
Do que que valeu, do que que valeu
Se no mundo do crime o final é o mesmo do que que valeu

A vida é loka
Lembro de nois no campão
Empinando pipa, correndo atraz de balão

Os anos se passaram o destino foi ironico
Vc troco a igreja pra assalta no caixa eletronico
Quantos e quantos pais de familia me falam
Cê enquadro no farol com a PT na cara
Era divertido neh vc só com 16, roubando até umas hora
No trafico fregues
Com uma pá de vagabunda interessera a sua volta
Ouro no pescoço, H externa, carteira, os dolar
Ainda lembro da mãe com a biblia e as lágrimas angustiada
Orando no canto da sala
Então do que valeu sonha com civic sonha com audi
Se a passagem rumo ao inferno pelo crime é a morte
Ter sempre ao redor so os baguiu dahora
E acaba com o cranio furado de bala pelos tiro da rota
Mano me diz do que que valeu
Do que valeu, do que valeu
Dinheiro maldito, cadeia, enterro
Do que que valeu, do que que valeu
Mano me diz do que que valeu
Do que que valeu, do que que valeu
Se no mundo do crime o final é o mesmo doque que valeu
Mano eu não esqueço a mãe
Desconsolada aos prantos
Quandu viu você caindo na porta do banco
Todo furado de bruso no chão com a matraca
E os pm se abraçando e dando risada
Comemorando sua morte, estilo vitoria
Te exibindo na poça de sangue em frente
A giratoria
Foi como um baque irmão, um tiro que atravessa a nuca
Em meio a multidão as flores e a sepultura
Mo gritaria, lágrimas, tristes lembranças
Sua mulher com recem-nascido e 2 crianças
Se deixo pra traz mano cade a quadrilha
Que tanto se amava, tanto defendia
Não te deram nem se quer velorio descente
Nem ao menos ligaram pra dar os meus pesames
Então foi ilusão ter moto nervosa e joia
E acaba com o cranio furado de bala pelos tiro da rota
Mano me diz do que que valeu
Do que valeu, do que valeu
Dinheiro maldito, cadeia, enterro
Do que que valeu, do que que valeu
Mano me diz do que que valeu
Do que que valeu, do que que valeu
Se no mundo do crime o final é o mesmo doque que valeu...

Sad Memories

- Grandma, Grandma

- What is it, son?

- Where's my dad?

Bro, seeing your picture gives me a tightness in my chest

The longing is infinite and there's no way around it
He preferred hanging out with the bad guys
Plenty of cocaine, only designer clothes
Nike Shox, a Swatch on his wrist, a Glock on his belt
Obsessed with death
He was featured many times on "Cidade Alerta" [Brazilian news program]
See his story interpreted on "Linha Direta" [Brazilian true crime show]
It was like an award, right, an Oscar, the best
Knowing he was on the list
Of the 10 most wanted by the DEIC [Department of Criminal Investigations]
For you, it was a source of pride
Countdown at the IML [Medical Legal Institute], a corpse riddled with bullets
It was only a matter of time, bro, you knew it
So what was the point of being bloodthirsty at the jewelry store
Always having the good stuff, the latest things
And ending up with a skull full of bullet holes from the cops
Bro, tell me, what was the point
What was the point, what was the point?
Cursed money, prison, burial
What was the point, what was the point?
Bro, tell me, what was the point
What was the point, what was the point
Because in the world of crime, the end is the same, what was the point

Life is crazy
I remember us at the field
Flying kites, running after balloons

Years went by, fate was ironic
You traded the church to rob ATMs
So many fathers tell me
You pulled up at the traffic light with a PT [pistol] in your face
It was fun, right, you were only 16, robbing until late
A regular in the drug trade
With a bunch of sluts interested around you
Gold chains, an external hard drive, a wallet, dollars
I still remember mom with the Bible and tears of anguish
Praying in the corner of the living room
So what was the point of dreaming of a Civic, dreaming of an Audi
If the ticket to hell through crime is death
Always having the good stuff around you
And ending up with a skull full of bullet holes from the cops
Bro, tell me, what was the point
What was the point, what was the point?
Cursed money, prison, burial
What was the point, what was the point?
Bro, tell me, what was the point
What was the point, what was the point
Because in the world of crime, the end is the same, what was the point
Bro, I don't forget mom
Inconsolable, in tears
When she saw you falling at the bank door
All riddled with bullets, on the ground with the mattress
And the PMs [Military Police] hugging each other and laughing
Celebrating your death, as a victory
Showing you off in a pool of blood in front
Of the roundabout
It was like a shock, bro, a shot that goes through the back of your neck
Amidst the crowd, the flowers, and the grave
Screaming, tears, sad memories
Your wife with a newborn and 2 children
You left them behind, bro, where's the gang
That you loved so much, that you defended so much
They didn't even give you a decent wake
They didn't even bother to call to offer their condolences
So it was an illusion to have a fast motorcycle and jewelry
And end up with a skull full of bullet holes from the cops
Bro, tell me, what was the point
What was the point, what was the point?
Cursed money, prison, burial
What was the point, what was the point?
Bro, tell me, what was the point
What was the point, what was the point
Because in the world of crime, the end is the same, what was the point...