[Verse 1] Melos on the map, a small rock, no illusions Athens sails in close and offers no confusion Thucydides wrote it down in cold, plain ink The strong do what they can, the weak just sink No court of gods above to referee the sea Just power in the water — that's the old decree [Chorus] Forte faz o que pode, o fraco sofre o que deve The strong do what they can, the weak bear what they must Essa é a regra do jogo, it's the anarchy we trust Sem polícia no mundo, no referee above Power over promises — that's the realist love [Verse 2] Morgenthau in forty-eight, wrote the realist bible Interest defined as power — that's his only variable States aren't choir boys chasing friendship overseas They're cold accountants bargaining with knives behind their knees "Politics Among Nations," title says it plain Self-help is the only game, pride and fear still reign [Chorus] Forte faz o que pode, o fraco sofre o que deve The strong do what they can, the weak bear what they must É a lógica do poder, it's the anarchy we trust Sem polícia no mundo, no referee above Power over promises — that's the realist love [Verse 3] Waltz in seventy-nine said forget the leaders' names Structure of the system is what's dealing all the games Anarchy's the ceiling, there's no landlord up there Polarity decides who bluffs, who folds, who dares Neorealist lens — don't look inside the state Watch how the units sit; that shape decides the fate [Verse 4] Mearsheimer, two thousand one, offense is the design Great powers don't want balance, they want the whole damn line Security's a ladder, but nobody sees the top Herz and Jervis named the trap — your shield can never stop One state builds a wall, the neighbor feels a chill Arms race born from caution, that's the dilemma's thrill [Verse 5] E.H. Carr in thirty-nine, exposed the utopian dream Twenty Years' Crisis showed us power's not what it seems Idealists preached the harmony, but war came anyway Realism checks the fantasy, makes nations earn their stay Balance of power, not of hope, keeps the system alive History's cold arithmetic is how the strong survive [Bridge] Liberalism answers back, constructivists dream of change But both of them are talking to this ghost from Athens' stage Realism is the default, o chão debaixo da casa Default não é opinião — é a base que não se apaga [Chorus] Forte faz o que pode, o fraco sofre o que deve The strong do what they can, the weak bear what they must Power, interesse, estrutura — isso é o que a gente discute Sem polícia no mundo, no referee above Power over promises — that's the realist love [Outro] Melos, Morgenthau, Waltz, and Mearsheimer too Fear and power write the script — agora você já sabe o que fazer
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