Favela

As the sun rises
She opens up her hazel, beautiful eyes
And begins
Her baby cries
She picks him up and tells him beautiful lies
Again

She come from the favela-la
Hills of Santa Teresa
Underneath the Redeemer
And the sun in the sky
She come from the favela-la
Ask me e aí beleza
Underneath the Redeemer
Where the hills come alive

She works the favela night
She works the favela night
Favela
She works the favela night

And the wind blows
She lives on lonely streets where nobody goes alone
Just a young girl
Born on the left side of this right-handed world
She knows

She come from the favela-la
Hills of Santa Teresa
Underneath the Redeemer
And the sun in the sky
She come from the favela-la
Ask me e aí beleza
Underneath the Redeemer
Where the hills come alive

She works the favela night
Favela
She works the favela night
Favela

Deep in the colors and the streets
Lost in the funk favela beats
Prisioneira
Dancing in the favela
Safe in the Ipanema bays
We raise a glass on holiday
It’s a lopsided world
When you’re a girl
Born into nothing at all

She come from the favela-la
Hills of Santa Teresa
Underneath the Redeemer
And the sun in the sky
She come from the favela-la
Ask me e aí beleza
Underneath the Redeemer
Where the hills come alive

She works the favela night
Favela
She works the favela night
Favela
She works the favela night