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Music

Rocha / Rodrigues / Ribeiro / Fuse / Prevedello

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Lyrics

Prevedello, Rocha, Ribeiro

 

Blood on the street
Carpet of flowers
Such cruelty
The soul of lowers
 
Now the cell is dark
We are under the brine
We cannot fight
Disposable parts
 
We are under the light
There is no chance to fight
Can't you see this shade is as noble as the night 
 
Great palmares is our liberty
All of us, we are a colony
Our blood became tapestry
And they walked comfortably
 
We were blessed
Lost identity
There is no insurrection
We are all cut in peace
 
A body of water
One slave ship
A wet revolt
And now, where are we?
 
We are under the light
There is no chance to fight
Can't you see this shade is as noble as the night
 
With hardness we built this street
Even though we are still a colony
Our blood became tapestry
And they walked comfortably