Letra da Música In Your Pockets de Diafanes

Lack of education leads
To unemployment
Unemployment
Leads to criminality
And criminality stains
Your hands with blood

You've got blood
On your hands
From the girl who died
Waiting for assistance
In the hospital line
'Cause you stole the money
That was supposed
To pay the doctor
Who's unemployed
And has 3 children
Who don't go to school
The school wasn't built
'Cause the money
From the construction is

In your pockets

You've got blood
On your hands
From the kid who was
Shot delivering the pot
In the favela
'Cause you stole the money
That was supposed
To pay the cop
Who accepted a bribe to pay
For his father's surgery
Who doesn't have money
'Cause the money
From his retirement is

In your pockets

E mesmo com tudo isso
Me perco em teu sorriso
Corcovado, Cristo Redentor
Venha salvar o meu amor

O cartão postal ganha destaque
Mas os políticos não têm caráter
Ó Cristo, ó Redentor
Venha salvar o meu amor

You've got blood
On your hands
From the homeless guy
Who was ran over
In the street downtown
'Cause you stole the money
That was supposed
To pay the guard
Who left his family to work
For the governor
Who took all the wealth
From us, honest citizens
You took it from

Our pockets