A strong rain comes from the sky
Every blessed late afternoon
It´s summer on “carnival country”
The season that makes the shore smile
While the capital cry
Capital, my pocket is in a hangover
It´s off-season, countryside routines
Maybe you never heard about
This storm, this chaos
This musical disaster
Two hours before the nightfall
Today there’s one year
That I don´t dream with anything
Soon in one and a half month
I´ll get twenty-one
Legal age in a “jobless country”
For those who have the waddled
Of “football country”
It´s goal
Of hopes that are unstoppable
This rain, this fusion
Of race, blood n´ heart
Two minutes before giving up
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