Favela Music 歌词

Monday morning, And the sun starts to break upon the street Up on the hill, all the people awake With no shoes on their feet Walking down a million concrete steps That they know so well Into the city like locusts they come From a living hell They're just dreaming 'bout Friday night When they go to Mangueira And feel alright Favela music.... Attracted by the glare of neon lights To the city they come Packed like cattle in the back of a truck In the burning sun Each one hoping for the things he knows are so out of reach Soon winds up another disillusioned person Sleeping somewhere on the beach When he's had enough, he just cries out loud Then he goes to the city And steals from the crowd Favela music.... Standing on the corner with his eyes So big and so round "Hey now, mister, won't you buy me a juice?" He says looking round But everybody just turns a blind eye And they go on their way (yeah they do) But no matter come rain or come shine He's there every day He ain't got no future, they're just keeping him down But when it comes to football He steals the crown Favela music....