The specter of the night
It approaches
And there is a boy
Who suffers his misfortune
He sees no future or ambition
In his existence
And in his face there is no smile,
Dead in the street,
Dead in the street.
Privilege does not exist, for him
Dead in the street,
Dead in the street.
The society
That turns its back
While resentment
Invades it
Victim of the yoke
And exploitation
Do not expect from it ©l
Let tomorrow be better.
Privilege does not exist, for him
Dead in the street,
Dead in the street.
The true street boy
Condemned
By great ignoramuses
He sees no future or ambition
In his existence
And in his face he does not exist the smile.
Privilege does not exist for him
Dead in the street,
Dead in the street

ENVIAR CORREÇÕES