Walk calmly in the favela where I was born, yeah
And have the awareness that the poor have their place
Walk calmly in the favela where I was born, yeah
And have the awareness that the poor have their place
To be happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
That the poor have their place
My dear authority, I no longer know what to do
With so much violence I feel afraid to live
Because I live in the favela and I am very disrespected
Sadness and joy walk side by side here
I say a prayer to a holy protector
But I am interrupted by machine gun fire
While the rich live in a big and beautiful house
The poor are humiliated, disrespected in the favela
I can't take this wave of violence anymore
I just ask authority for a little more competence
Walk calmly in the favela where I was born
And have the awareness that the poor have their place
To be happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
That the poor have their place
Fun nowadays we can't even think about
Because even there at the party they come to humiliate us
Staying there in the square, which was all so normal
Now violence has become fashionable in the place
Innocent people, who have nothing to do with it
Are losing their right to live today
I've never seen a postcard that highlights a favela
I only see very beautiful and lovely landscapes
Who goes abroad from the favela feels nostalgia
The foreigner comes here and doesn't know the reality
Goes to Zona Sul to know coconut water
And the poor in the favela, living in hardship
They changed the presidency, a new hope
I suffered in the storm, now I want the calm
The people have the strength, they just need to discover
If they do nothing there, we will do everything from here
Walk calmly in the favela where I was born, yeah
And have the awareness that the poor have their place
To be happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
And be able to be proud, yeah
The poor have their place
Fun nowadays we can't even think about
Because even there at the party they come to humiliate us
Staying there in the square, which was all so normal
Now violence has become fashionable in the place
Innocent people, who have nothing to do with it
Are losing their right to live today
I've never seen a postcard that highlights a favela
I only see very beautiful and lovely landscapes
Who goes abroad from the favela feels nostalgia
The foreigner comes here and doesn't know the reality
Goes to Zona Sul to know coconut water
And the poor in the favela, living in hardship
They changed the presidency, a new hope
I suffered in the storm, now I want the calm
The people have the strength, they just need to discover
If they do nothing there, we will do everything from here
Walk calmly in the favela where I was born, yeah
And have the awareness that the poor have their place
To be happy, happy, happy, happy, happy
That the poor have their place
That the poor have their place