I wanted to live in a slum
My dream is to live in a slum
I call myself excluded as someone called me
But you can call me whatever you want, doctor
I have no name
I have no identity
I'm not even sure if I'm real people
I have nothing
But I wish I had
Take your doctor and give me some change to eat ...
I would like to have a shred of pride
But this is impossible for those who eat the rubble
Mixed with rats and cockroaches
And with the used toilet paper
In the trash cans
I live like an animal or worse than that

I am the rest
The rest of the world
I'm a beggar, a pauper, a pauper, a tramp
I am ... I am nobody

I'm hungry
I have to feed
I may have no name, but the stomach is there
That's why I have to be a hard guy
Either I ask for money or I get sick here
I have to stop to this point because the need is greater than the moral

I'm dirty i'm ugly i'm antisocial
I can't appear in the postcard photo
Because for the rich and for the tourist I'm pollution
I know I'm a brazilian
But I am not a citizen
I have no dignity or a roof to live in
And my bathroom is the street
And no paper to clean me

Honor?
I do not have
I was born without her
And my dream is to live in a slum
I wanted to live in a slum
I wanted to live in a slum
I wanted to live in a slum
My dream is to live in a slum
My life is a nightmare and I can't wake up
And I have no prospects of leaving this place
My fate is to endure living below ground
And be a lonely rest forgotten in the crowd

I am the rest of the world
I'm a beggar a pauper a pauper a tramp
I am the rest of the world
I'm nobody
I'm nothing
I'm not people
I am the rest of the world
A beggar a pauper a pauper a tramp
I am the rest
I'm nobody

Frustration
It is the summary of my being
I am a son of misery and my punishment is to live
I see people being born with life wins and I don't have a chance
God, tell me why?
I know most of Brazil is poor
But I don't get to be poor I'm rotten!
A failure
But it wasn't me that failed
Because I couldn't even try
So what fault will I have
When I rebel break burn kill
I have nothing to lose
My day will come
Will it come?

I am the rest
The rest of the world
I'm a beggar, a pauper, a pauper, a tramp
I am the rest of the world
I'm nobody
I'm nothing
I'm not people
I am the rest of the world
Beggar a pauper a pauper a tramp
I am the rest
I'm nobody

I am not baptized
I am not registered
I am not civilized
I am not a son of the Lord
I am not computed
I am not consulted
I am not vaccinated
Taxpayer I'm not
I'm not celebrated
I am not considered
I am not employed
I'm not a consumer
I am not loved
I am not respected
I am not forgiven
But I am also a sinner
I am not represented by anyone
I'm not introduced to anyone
I'm not invited from anyone
And I can't be visited by anyone
Beyond my sad survival I try to understand the reason for my existence
Why was I born?
Why am I here?
One enters hell with no place to escape
I live in solitude but I have no privacy
And I don't know the feeling of having a real home
I have no one to share the shack with me
But I wanted to live in a slum, friend
I wanted to live in a slum
I wanted to live in a slum
I wanted to live in a slum
My dream is to live in a slum.