I am Linha de Sintra, it wasn't just a stop
I went further, I enjoyed the trip
For all the girls that make music in the room
With a guitar or with a beat
One day i'll be doing a feat
With all the girls that make music in the room
Took the same bus every day
Where you are sitting now i daydreamed
And when I got home I would tell to my guitar
Put everything in words it was impossible
My dreams were dumb, i wasn't pretty
Sunday lunch with the family, didn't change my life
I'm on TV but I'm the same girl of Linha De Sintra
I'm on TV but I'm the samе girl of Linha De Sintra

I am Linha de Sintra, periphеral
He's armed, not in stupid
I'm the hysterical one
Say thank you, rest of a good day, good work
But if you piss me off i might turn around
(fuck off, fuck off)
(fuck off, fuck off)

I am Linha De Sintra
And the man from the subway touching himself looking at me
I am bottom line
No one told me the things I saw
Arriving late at a ghost station
Learned how to pray with fear of being raped
Was at a dealer's house, never touched anything
Said goodbye to a friend
He promised me he'd be back and he hasn't
And i feel guilty
And i feel guilty
And i feel guilty
It should have been me who helped him
I am Linha de Sintra, it wasn't just a stop
I went further, I enjoyed the trip
For all the girls that make music in the room
With a guitar or with a beat
One day i'll be doing a feat
With all the girls that make music in the room
Took the same bus every day
Where you are sitting now i daydreamed
And when I got home I would tell to my guitar
Put everything in words it was impossible
My dreams were dumb, i wasn't pretty
Sunday lunch with the family, didn't change my life
I'm on TV but I'm the same girl of Linha De Sintra

I'm on TV but I'm the same girl of Linha De Sintra
I'm on TV but I'm the same girl of Linha De Sintra

I am Linha De Sintra
And left the house with brass knuckles in my pocket
Backpack and guitar
I've never been robbed
People looked at me
Knew I had nothing to steal, anyway
Had a boyfriend on every corner of the line
Always come back home alone
Always wore headphones
Always on my own
My father taught me i had everything i wanted
And everything i want it is not for sale
Pray to god, give thanks, says the legend
Who saw me and who sees me
Now I'm an ambassador
But before I was there at the call center
Forget the prayers
Keys on the hand
God does not come to save you
After so much heartbreak
If you don't go to heaven
Guita you already won
Grew up religious
After me he even went to priest
I just don't have faith because love is not sin
I find it strange that this is what the pope is concerned about

I'm on TV but I'm the same girl of Linha De Sintra
I'm on TV but I'm the same girl of Linha De Sintra
I'm on TV but I'm the same girl of Linha De Sintra