Quilombo Mocambo

Quilombo mocambo
In the nation of idiots, I have taken refuge in a
Quilombo mocambo
My quilombo mocambo has rejected their notion of the state (2)

It was the libertarian promise
The awards of the necessary excuse
The imaginary emancipation
The unattainable shadow of the Bourbon
I have the right to question the questionable
My skin doesn't bristle with plastic waves
My skin is not sensitive
From this symptomatic madness
I lack practice to be the favorite submissive
Hanging the mustaches of the complex
And joining the fervors of the complex
The catechesis had very little effect on me
The Porfirian era, the scientists, the cosmic race and its thesis
The crucifix is the core and the Creole priest
I keep cutting cane, naming shameless slave owners
You keep living blindfolded
Waiting for the eagle to indicate your treasure
Ha

Quilombo mocambo
In the nation of idiots, I have taken refuge in a
Quilombo mocambo
My quilombo mocambo has rejected their notion of the state (2)

I don't see throwing sticks
In the air feeding the miserable
The inner superhero
Glorifying that leader who will never return, not even in memory
I see him painting his cheeks
Hiding the sadness, celebrating the prosperity
That remains in the saying due to the lack
But there are no two because they say that there is no equal to him
That we must learn to value the garbage of the mud
A fanfare for the subdued thought
Then a memory for the glory that this town has digested
Four laurels of victory for active conservatism
Thank them and tithe to the radical right
That keeps you always alive
I will be judged for treason of something I have never been part of
And the fool will continue to look for that beautiful little sky to sing to

Quilombo mocambo
In the nation of idiots, I have taken refuge in a
Quilombo mocambo
My quilombo mocambo has rejected their notion of the state (2)

The three powers have no interest in looking at me
If there is no shelter, there is no defense in one's own but foreign home
The way out was to run to save oneself
They have not recognized me
There is no reciprocity, not even in the party
Because to claim what my essence has not seasoned
Let this tragic carnival continue
The offering for guilt, the suffering I deserve
Stimulation of the son, not the adoration of the symbol
I am more than an element that doesn't fit in this circle
I am what I am, not the mask
I am their people, the diaspora
I don't offer allegiance or love or good mornings
Never to that flag of a homeland
That credits the irony
I will be judged for treason of something I have never been part of
And the fool will continue to look for that beautiful little sky to sing to

Quilombo mocambo
In the nation of idiots, I have taken refuge in a
Quilombo mocambo
My quilombo mocambo has rejected their notion of the state (2)

Tell me now who this flag shelters
Only the deceitful envy and the exact confusion
I will be judged for treason of something I have never been part of
While the fool will continue to look for that beautiful little sky to sing to
Free, free now

Quilombo mocambo
In the nation of idiots, I have taken refuge in a
Quilombo mocambo
My quilombo mocambo has rejected their notion of the state (2)