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Accioly Neto

Máquina de Fazer DoidoCrazy-Making Machine

Accioly Neto · Meu Forró My Forró (2016)

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Composer: Accioly Neto

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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics

Full lyrics

Uma porção de gente falsa

Com a cara na tela

Contanto mentiras que eu não quero ouvir

Uma montanha de dinheiro

Que não faz ninguém feliz

Uma doença esquisita

Que ninguém sabe de onde vem

E ataca no ponto onde menos se espera

E os descamisados e o amor

Também estão por um triz


E máquina de fazer doido

Ligada o dia todo

Transformando o ser humano

Num robô (4X)


E apesar da cibernética

Ser irreversível

O homem regride ao seu mais baixo nível

E é o único ser animal que mata por prazer

E o que há além da vida

Que deveria ser glória

Cai por ironia

Nas mãos de uma escória

Que zomba das coisas de Deus

E as põem pra vender


E máquina de fazer doido

Ligada o dia todo

Transformando o ser humano

Num robô (4X)


E com as mãos na cabeça

Sem saber o que fazer

A gente ainda espera um anjo, um ET

Que venha apontar o caminho pra nos redimir

Só que esse anjo já veio

Falou e morreu

E a humanidade é que nem percebeu

Que as suas palavras ainda estão por aí


E máquina de fazer doido

Ligada o dia todo

Transformando o ser humano

Num robô (4X)

Translation

A bunch of fake people

With their faces on screens

Telling lies I don't want to hear

A mountain of money

That makes no one happy

A strange disease

That no one knows where it comes from

And attacks where it's least expected

And the shirtless ones and love

Are also hanging by a thread


And a crazy-making machine

On all day long

Transforming human beings

Into a robot (4X)


And despite cybernetics

Being irreversible

Man regresses to his lowest level

And is the only animal that kills for pleasure

And what lies beyond life

Which should be glory

Falls ironically

Into the hands of a scum

Who mocks the things of God

And puts them up for sale


And a crazy-making machine

On all day long

Transforming human beings

Into a robot (4X)


And with hands on head

Not knowing what to do

We still wait for an angel, an ET

To come and show us the way to redeem us

But that angel already came

Spoke and died

And humanity didn't even notice

That his words are still around


And a crazy-making machine

On all day long

Transforming human beings

Into a robot (4X)

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