Every day the morning sun
Come and challenge them
Brings the dream to the world
Who has not wanted
Stilts, piers, rags
Children of the same agony
And the city with open arms
A postcard
With fists in real life
It denies opportunities
Shows the hard face of evil
Flooded, Trenchtown, Favela da Maré
Hope does not come from the sea
Neither of the TV antennas
The art of living the faith
Just do not know faith in what
The art of living the faith
Just do not know faith in what
Every day the morning sun
Come and challenge them
Brings the dream to the world
Who has not wanted
Stilts, piers, rags
Children of the same agony
And the city with open arms
A postcard
With fists in real life
It denies opportunities
Shows the hard face of evil
Flooded, Trenchtown, Favela da Maré
Hope does not come from the sea
Neither of the TV antennas
The art of living the faith
Just do not know faith in what
The art of living the faith
Just do not know faith in what
Flooded, Trenchtown, Favela da Maré
Hope does not come from the sea
Neither of the TV antennas
The art of living the faith
Just do not know faith in what
The art of living the faith
Just do not know faith in what
Flooded, Trenchtown, Favela da Maré
Hope does not come from the sea
Neither of the TV antennas
The art of living the faith
Just do not know faith in what
The art of living the faith
Just do not know faith in what
Flooded, Trenchtown, Favela da Maré
Hope does not come from the sea
Neither of the TV antennas
The art of living the faith
Just do not know faith in what
The art of living the faith
But the art of living the faith
Just do not know faith in what
The art of living the faith
Just do not know faith in what
The art of living the faith