An alms for the love of God
An alms, man, for charity
An alms for the blind man, for the boy
On every corner there are people just asking
Alms for the unemployed
br/>A little alms for the poor sick black
A alms for what remains of Brazil
For the beggar, for the indigent
He who asks, I give, he just asks
The year is nineteen ninety-something
I'm tired of giving alms
Anywhere I go is this now
I'm tired , my dear, to give alms
This miserable share of avarice
If the country is not for everyone
That may be right
NO There won't be any
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
In the hospital , at the restaurant
At the sign, in Morumbi
At Mário Filho, at MineirÃÂo
Boy sees me, starts asking for it
Give me, give me, give me some money

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