The Golden Facade of Power - English Version (Live)

Brasília is asleep
Kept in gears of power that never stop
The whisper of progress
Of lifting everyone up

Some are born to lead
And others to serve it
It's the natural order
Let them stay down below

Watch the towers shine
An artificial paradise
Some destined to struggle
Beneath these skies

They need no books
Nor educated thought
Their hands are made for labor
The only lesson taught

Many famous faces in the press repeat
What power dictates
Their smiles are far removed
From the masses up on high

Cut by easy money
With poor teeth toiling for a silent guy
With their ankles immersed
In the deep penalty

Beneath the artificial Moon
They hear the promise of a criminal
Dictatorial regime
With a comfortable judicial facade

Some destined to rise
Others to fall
Lost in the labyrinth
Of empty construction

Power holds firm
With the machine in motion
No need to guess
How the world is meant to see things

Toil in the fields
And red-hot fixes
Some destined to rise
Others to fall

Sweat by day
And rest by night
Sweat by day
And rest by night

The law of the land prevails
The poor need no schooling
Just work and power
Power is concentrated in a single hand

The public purse
A tool to shape the mind
Whispering lies
That the poor

Ignorant people
Will eventually discover
From glowing screens
The voices in the air

They sell the vision
A burden they share
The famous, the faces smile
They are loyal to the rule again

Paid for, for every whispered promise
A higher price is exacted
This illusion sustains
A carefully orchestrated spectacle

While silent masses toil
Tendencies they never sold

Who holds the power?
Who holds the power?
Who watches the machine in full operation?

And guess how the world
Is meant to see things?
Toil in the fields
Raised walls so high

Some destined to rise
Others to fall
Some destined to rise
Others to fall

Sweat by day
And rest by night

That is how they carry on
In a state of bliss being set in stone
A destiny forced where the cold wind blows
Heavy is the head and heavy is the hand

That holds the power
And rules the entire land
If only there were a way out
Of this master plan

The machine never stops
It just keeps on humming
Feeding on the sweat
And the silent silence of the song

Let them work
As the nation's president sets to applause
The poor don't need to study
The poor only need to work

That is all they need to know
Keep your head down
Let the river flow