Os putos [English translation]

A ragball in a puddle of water

A mischievous smile, a kick

Running in the ladder, a hoop

The shy in the eyes of a kid

A slingshot that shoots hope

A sharp, shorts-wearing sparrow

And the strenght of being a child

Against the force of a brutal cop

Chorus:

They look like free flocks of sparrows

The kids, the kids

They're like indians, the gang's captains

The kids, the kids

But when the evening falls

The revolt goes away

They sit in their father's lap

It's the tenderness that comes back

And they hear him talking about the New Man

It's this people's kids

Learning to be men

Bottle caps shining in their hand

The will that leapfrogs

A kid that says, no,

If there's a fight, I won't let it happen

A marble snatched at school

A colourless spinning-top in the pocket

A kid who begs for spare change

Because the hunger eases his pain

Chorus:

They look like free flocks of sparrows

The kids, the kids

They're like indians, the gang's captains

The kids, the kids

But when the evening falls

The revolt goes away

They sit in their father's lap

It's the tenderness that comes back

And they hear him talking about the New Man

It's this people's kids

Learning to be men

Coda:

But when the evening falls

The revolt goes away

They sit in their father's lap

It's the tenderness that comes back

And they hear him talking about the New Man

It's this people's kids

Learning to be men

• Artist:Carlos do Carmo
• Album:Fado Maestro