Não Precisa Ser Amélia

Star that shines, brightens the path
Illuminates and guides my walk
Light up a little this path of mine
Give me a light, it's hard to see

The more I walk, the darker it gets
Give me a hint to be able to follow
I don't know what to do
If I walk, if I stop, if I run, if I go, if I stay here

Take my mouth so I only speak
What I should say
The pen, the paper, the pencil
Now that I started writing
May I never be silent

The game is only worth it when all parties can play
I'm a woman, I'm black, that's my issue
They gave me a stage and I will sing
I sing for the aunt who is silenced
They say only the sink is her place
For the girl from the slums
Who is violated and can't study
I sing for the objectified black woman
Hot, fit, who has to dance

Housewife cleans, washes, irons
But outside the home can't work
The housewife cleans, washes, irons
The housewife

Don't need to be Amelia to be real
You have the freedom to be who you want
Be black, indigenous, trans, from the Northeast
You're not born feminine, you become a woman

And you don't need to be Amelia to be real
You have the freedom to be who you want
Be black, indigenous, trans, from the Northeast
You're not born feminine, you become a woman

And you don't need to be Amelia to be real
You have the freedom to be who you want
Except black, indigenous
Don't appropriate
Want to be black every day
To the police, you ain't