Negros

The sun fades the colors
The sun gives color to the blacks
The sun hits the smells
The sun makes the shadows move
The rain falls on the rooftops
On the tiles
And gives meaning to the leaks

The rain makes the puddles come alive
And the blacks gather the clothes
The music of the whites is black
The skin of the blacks is black
The teeth of the blacks are white
The whites are just white
The blacks are dark
The whites have guilt and punishment
And the blacks have the saints

The blacks in the kitchen
The whites in the living room
The waltz in the dressing room
The salsa in the slave quarters
The music of the whites is black
The skin of the blacks is black
The teeth of the blacks are white
The whites are just white
The blacks are blue
The whites turn red
And the blacks don't

The blacks turn white with fear
The blacks are just blacks
The whites are trojans
The blacks are not greeks
The blacks are not white
The eyes of the blacks are black
The eyes of the whites can be black
The eyes, the zippers, the hairs
The whites, the blacks, and the desire
The music of the whites is black
The skin of the blacks is black
The teeth of the blacks are white

The music of the whites
The music of the blacks
The music of speech
The dance of the hips
The walk of the mulatto women
"Oh that lady walking"
The music of the whites is black
The teeth of the blacks are white
The skin of the blacks is black
I cast my gaze over Brazil and I don't understand anything