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Essa tal liberdade - The Voice Brasil 2013

Voce quer brincar na neve?

[Lyrics]

You wear a surname like a sovereign seal,
no exams, no mandate—just the family deal.
Republic on the marquee, dynasty backstage;
a people’s house repurposed as a lineage cage.

We see the velvet rope, the backroom pass;
rent-seeking royalty behind civic glass.


Who the fuck are you? Who put you in charge?
Dynasty cosplay in a suit too large.
Merit on mute, patronage loud—
paper-crowned prince on the public’s ground.
Who the hell are you—who stamped your card?
This isn’t a throne, it’s a civic yard.



Jared Kushner—son-in-law turned state adviser,
“not an agency,” footnote gets it nicer.
An OLC opinion oils the hinge,
and anti-nepotism takes the binge.
Portfolio like a continent—no ballot cast,
the law’s intent outflanked by legal past.

If surname is a skeleton key,
then public trust is absentee.


Who the fuck are you? Who put you in charge?
Bloodline escalator up the marble barge.
Competence taxed, connections subsidized—
a kingdom of favors, institutionalized.
Who the hell are you—who stamped your card?
Republics aren’t playgrounds for your courtyard guard.



Ivanka at the table—West Wing glow,
“unpaid,” they say, but powers still flow.
Clearance, portfolios, photo-op grace;
when counsel = kindred, the process misplaces.
No civics exam, just filial light—
and meritocracy fades from sight.

If loyalty = policy line,
the principal–agent fault’s by design.

Who the fuck are you? Who put you in charge?
Swap robes for lanyards—same collage.
Merit on mute, patronage loud—
paper-crowned heirs on the public’s ground.
Who the hell are you—who stamped your card?
We owe our kids a higher guard.



We’ve read this scroll in the Han court’s night:
外戚 clans with regent right.
When in-law branches seize the state,
the common weal dehydrates.
Old mask, new music—same decay:
kin over law, and truth gives way.


Blind the auditions, widen the field;
skills before surnames—justice revealed.
No more enthronements by bedroom ties;
let law, not lineage, authorize.


Who the fuck are you? Who put you in charge?
Tear down the ladder that made you large.
Civic and sacred aren’t family farms—
no more governance by inherited charms.
Who the hell are you—who stamped your card?
We’re done—nepotism, get disbarred.

Write it in ink the dynasts can’t smudge:
No thrones in a republic—merit must judge.

Who the fuck are you?

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