A Cantiga É Uma Arma
Agir
The Song is a Weapon
The song is a weapon
And I didn't know
Everything depends on the bullet
And the aim
Everything depends on the anger
And the joy
The song is a weapon
Of aim
Some sing for interest
Some sing just to sing
Some make a profession
Of fighting through singing
And some sing softly
To not lose their place
The song is a weapon
And I didn't know
Everything depends on the bullet
And the aim
Everything depends on the anger
And the joy
The song is a weapon
Of aim
The tearful fado
From taverns and salons
Only sows discouragement
Mysticism and illusions
Soft singing with harsh lyrics
Never made revolutions
The song is a weapon (against whom?)
Against the bourgeoisie
Everything depends on the bullet
And the aim
Everything depends on the anger
And the joy
The song is a weapon
Of aim
If you sing in tow
It's not worth singing
If you go too far ahead
You might as well choke
The song is only a weapon
When accompanied by the struggle
The song is a weapon
Against the bourgeoisie
Everything depends on the bullet
And the aim
Everything depends on the anger
And the joy
The song is a weapon
Of aim
An efficient weapon
Carefully manufactured
Must have a mechanism
Very perfect and oiled
And singing with a weapon
Must be well crafted
The song is a weapon (against whom comrades?)
Against the bourgeoisie
Everything depends on the bullet
And the aim
Everything depends on the anger
And the joy
The song is a weapon
Of aim
The song is a weapon
Against the bourgeoisie
Everything depends on the bullet
And the aim
Everything depends on the anger
And the joy
The song is a weapon
Against the bourgeoisie
