Letra da Música Streets de Denilson Guimarães

I see a woman crying
Seated in the gutter
Drinking a bad and cheap whiskey
With nothing in your pockets
Looking to the rain
As if your life don't mattered too much

I see a little pretty girl
Stopped in the corners
Selling you body to the deads
To steal a someone money
And I think with me
What a man win with this?

I think
Live is too much more
Than cry of passed things
Don't spend to much time with lies
Tell the true and free your mind

I see your dog running fast
To give to you, your honey
And he jumps, jumps, jumps
Without thinking in your money
Because he want's your love
And nothing more
At least a little food

I see a boy play guitar
With thirteen years old
Dreaming in change the world
But soon he's getting old
And he see , it's no good
Take off a dream of a child

I think
Live is too much more
Than cry of passed things
Don't spend to much time with lies
Tell the true and free your mind

Home
Come back to home
Thats where you whant to stay
A place to hide away

Home
Come back to home
Cause in this home sweet home
You never go to be alone