Fábio Brazza - Rosa Mais Linda (Prod. Noshugah)

Listen on streaming platforms: Follow Fábio Brazza on social media: Instagram:   / fabiobrazza   TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@fabio.brazza?... Musical Production: NoShugah @noshugah / Paiva Prod @paiva.prod Mix: Dani Mariano @danimariano___ Master: Fili Filizzola @fili_filizzola Sample: Dolores Duran - The Night of My Lover Scratch: DJ Nenê Insertion: Vida Loka Pt. 1 - Racionais MC's Music Video: Filming/Editing: Gabriel Vitielo @gabrielvitiello Actor: Paulo D'Souza @dsouza_ph Dancer: Micaela de Paula @micagirlfire Graffiti Artist: Leonardo Oliveira @flowshaolin Production   / vamomusichub   Management: Bruno Dias @bdbrunodias Communication: Vitor Soltau @vitorsoltau Executive Production: Gabriel Cipriano @gabriel13cipriano / Sidonio Raftopoulos @sidonioraftopoulos Commercial: Amanda Bernardo @amandatgol Lyrics: And a lonely man paints something on the wall with paint A hand in the shape of a prayer holding a beautiful rose And next to it, a poem, kidnapping the monotony of the gray city A child asks his mother, frowning? What are these letters and this drawing? And the mother, startled and disbelieving what she saw Answers with astonishment, this is an artist! Without knowing that this still existed And the son asks, an artist? I thought it was something prehistoric. Why make art when machines already do it with more capabilities? It's like food that's no longer grown in the soil but made in a laboratory and at the same time, one could see the auspicious childlike emotion in their eyes The year is 2130 And a lonely man paints something on the wall with paint The Artist is a mummy in a sarcophagus, a typist, an extinct profession, Satisfying this hungry society with art CHORUS Artists were once the nightmare of despots What poets say is like grenades with petals Protect the flowers, the bees, and the children Sometimes an act of love will be our greatest revenge A poor craftsman Who still works out of passion, not for money, Or perhaps out of stubbornness and resistance, Was it a political act, a protest, a mere gesture of survival? Or an age-old way of reclaiming his existence? A fact so rare it caused a commotion People stopped to see this living fossil Of this long-extinct species Stop the world, something crazy happened A man wrote a poem with his own mind and his own hand! At that moment a tear rolled down And the child understood, this is not Artificial this is Official Art! The day a beautiful rose and a poem on a mural Challenged the order in the heart of the Capital I woke from that dream in tears I wrote what I saw on a page I realized that our art is not a machine, it's magic Be careful that it doesn't transform into this tragic dystopia Mere merchandise on a factory line CHORUS Artists were once the nightmare of despots What poets say is like grenades with petals Protect the flowers, the bees, and the children Sometimes an act of love will be our greatest revenge Before they spoke of class struggle and beautiful causes Before they spoke of Marx, today they only speak of Brands Rap and Funk have become platforms for new agendas And the main thing is not a life saved but a trending video! But the sneakers they wear Sell a false victory Because for the vast majority, the essential is still missing! I'm a child of the nineties, I know it's different The rap that talks about sitting and the rap that talks about feeling The rap that follows the algorithm and the rap that follows something intimate The rap that copies the hit and the rap that is poetry and rhythm I know the difference between what stays and what ends Between what is AI and what is Still... That's why I write with soul so that you feel From now until 2130, so that my art reaches the heart of a child And paints it with the most beautiful colors, there is still hope I saw it! A rose was born in the concrete of the gray city!