Rodrigo Campos - Sambas do Absurdo

Absurdo 7

Nenhuma grana
Nem sabe ler
Saiu da cana
O que ele vê

O nosso algoz
Dentro de nós
Não tem polícia
Na minha voz

Hoje tá dizendo assim
Quase um querubim
Asas de papel jornal
Olho grande em mim

Eu quero essas crianças subindo ao céu

Nenhum diploma
Nenhum apê
Nem a bisonha
Luz da TV

Tchau, redundância
Tchau, balancê
Morri criança
Nasci pra quê?

Bicho, pedra, homem, planta
E esse sal geral
Sopa de um amor profeta
Morre o carnaval

E tudo alimenta minhas palavras

Credits
Writer(s): Nuno Ramos, Rodrigo Campos
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