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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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